This

Is the one I would have read then --
Five ten -- the wind through the trees
Playing patterns from hurt to mysticism
Making opinion prophecy :

Remember the streets -- re-embrace what’s gone by
Take up the day cold, calm and recollected…

I do not remember.
I do not know what comes next.
I turn to the window – the trees are blowing restlessly.

I wait for the song.
I listen to the call.

What is lost
When we leave it to others to decide?

Selma and Boston =
Night on the sidewalk
Waiting for the School Board
To get educated.

Apartment lights in windows
We go out long before morning
To trick ourselves into joy.

Them pamphlets in Harvard Square!
Them Hindus with smiles and promises!

Keep causation from Causeway Street.
Keep the hangover away from my head.
Keep marching up to the Dean’s office --
Cop’s boot a progeny less future.

Denied!

Good one, Peter. If this is a personal reflection, I'd imagine that there are some bitter pills that were swallowed along the way to that last line.


Les

Just glad the fucking cop couldn't fulfill his violent prophecy. Thanks for reading, Les.

Peter