Olympic Flame [The Torch]

It’s all Greek to me

on a humble escape 

stumbling home.

A cave of

sightless allegory,

yet Spirit

fondly overheard.

Wind sings sweetly

of sound wings 

carrying the Songbird.

It’s held in vase —

service to the listener

takes notes on how to fly

over & then with her.

The Wild pines to lead

conical lines 

where ancestors 

usher in Love.

Love found 

hand to hand 

with friend 

igniting ceremony

signing Music began. 🏺


[inspired by Ghosts of the Forest,

Greek Theatre, 4/19/19,

Los Angeles, CA

& Plato’s Allegory of the Cave]



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