| CHILD OF
THE 60'S
my secretary
only 4 when
I graduated college
giggles & scrunches
her forehead
when
I tell her I
was a child of the
60s -- free love,
peace marches,
Hendrix & Joplin &
Cream,
my hair at one
time
down to my shoulders,
bell-bottomed pants,
peace-sign emblems
dangling
around my neck.
hard to believe now
seeing me in this
white
shirt & tan tie &
stupid brown suit.
|
| Seems I’ve been
writing poetry for so long that Methuselah should be
taking notice, but in reality, time is simply doing
its thing streaking ahead blithely pulling all of us
along for the wild ride whether we like it or not;
reminds me, I’ve published 15 chapbooks over the
years, the last one just came out about my Dad, and
before that was “when Patti would fall asleep,”
about my wife, guess you could say I’m a family man. |
Michael at
Emily Dickinson's grave |
