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oh, right… yoga

oh, right… yoga

i always forget
then i see her again
yoga babe
rising pulse
calm warrior one
hot hot hot
the thing i can’t seem to remember
shavasana and all that
the year it almost saved my marriage
each morning
after the kids were packed off to school
the vhs tape brought us together
balancing and stretching
breathing toward a peaceful moment
and alone
with our breathing
“there is no rescue coming,” she said


i am the poet of desire by john oakley mcelhenney

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