Blissful in C’dale
Off to Mountain Fair, sporting a hippie dress, 10 years old or more.
Didn’t call any friends, we’ll see them there.
No ticket needed, just walk right in.
Food vendors, art vendors, music, people,
Tie-dyes, face paint, balloons, marching bands.
We dined on nahn-wrapped chicken tikka masala,
The Mohitos went down quite easily – all 3 of them!
Shared a sweet funnel cake with my sweet darlin’,
Sitting on our blanket, we licked our sugary fingers.
The storm clouds missed us, and hot day turned to cool evening.
The stage was dressed with stars, flowers and aspen trees.
So many familiar faces in the crowd: friends you know, and friends you don’t know.
Everybody’s grinning and dancing: young folks, gray-haired folks,
Fathers with babes on their shoulders.
Community. All of us happy. Sharing. Dancing. Celebrating.
The music was lively, funky, fun and FREE!
We danced barefoot in the grass until the stars come out,
Running barefoot to the beer tent for a refill.
You could smell the sage as the evening came on.
There is so much trouble out there in the world. Scary, overwhelming trouble,
But in this present moment, here in this tiny, little mountain town
For one sweet, joyful evening you’d never know it.
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