Poetry in Duncan

It was a perfect afternoon of passion of song and words
the three poets all dedicated and polished perfect
their words bouncing off  each heart filled moment
poet young man rapped in sonnet beats delighfully
the mature poets showed the power of time and passion
and yet in their telling lay open their own heart soars
It was a most delightful afternoon and my husband said
"Lets go home now for I have heard it all"now and
there is nothing more to beat this perfect afternoon
always my eyes want to cry at unabashed love yes
love for creation mothers  grandmothers primordial sun
that young rapping poet had it in the bag words
bouncing off the guitar licks in some Jack Kerovac
novel "On the road" yes we were on the road all
of us on the road in that room in Duncan then
we were on the road to heaven to moonbeams
to star dusts we courted our own mortality in time