So, Valentines Day. Just me, Jioni, and Antione again today. Halfway through the workshop, Jioni announced that his favorite word is "yesterday." He apparently calls Antione "tomorrow," so by default, they call me "today." For Valentine's Day, I decided that we would write love poems and eat pink cupcakes. First, they wrote their own poems and then we made a group poem imagining love as a person that walk in the room. What do we notice? What is up with Love?
INFINITE LOVE
Love walks in the room
wearing a a whole dress
made of flowers.
Love has a cool walk,
like it's sick: left foot
then right foot, then
left foot, then right.
Love dances like it
"walks it out."
Inside Love's pockets
you'll find 200 dollars
all sweet things
suckers and candy
you can even find
tomorrow or yesterday
in there.
Love listens for babies crying
tearing paper, splashing water
chairs sliding off the desk
and onto the floor, clocks ticking.
Love listens for crying people
Love listens to make wrong things
turn right. It spells wrong "r.i.g.h.t."
Love lives in heaven
in the sky
within us
in a black, green, and red house
with white walls, and purple chairs
and blue carpeting everywhere.
Love's house is full of furniture.
It is made of red brick hearts.
We know Love's biggest secret
But we can't tell you.
Jione and Antione
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