May 2011 Articles (1)

LEIMAY Ensemble & Guest Colaborators
poem for rehearsal training

Everyday I die, everyday I'm born

From scrubbing a swimming pool, I fall asleep wearily

I feel fresh water flowing into the swimming pool

that makes me awake and floating on my back

Now I can see anything but the Sun

Bristles of a drifting scrub brush that prickle

Pulling out the plug that drains the water for bygone day

Now I start scrubbing with a remaining puddle

Surrounded with a white wall

I find myself to be the swimming pool itself


Added by Ami Yamasaki on May 28, 2011 at 8:13pm — No Comments

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