Sunday, August 11, 2011
Day 348
1:30 am
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parade
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young goats board the old horses for
a long ride at the side of the Marshal’s
memory lane,
the pace is geriatric,
the streets are marked to match,
with faces that read circa 1931 and laps
that become beds to delirious cherubs with
their modern drool marked by corn syrup and
the inability to appreciate marching ants
nothing ever changes
and for once, I am actually
glad
from street to sidewalk, sidewalk to street,
staring occurs from two sides of this
Sunday afternoon procession,
where barely moving to get
ahead is the right speed,
and smiling at strangers and
waving for the sake of waving is
welcome
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tkk
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About traciakemi
traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11.
Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series.
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