A treasured friend
since our high school days,
was percolating
& a draft
was coming
& civil rights
was brutally unfolding
& great men
were being assassinated
& rock & roll
was exploding
& alcohol flowed
like crazy medicine
& many doors
of perception
were opening
& God was free
from the constraints
of all religions,
is arriving today
on a shuttle bus
from the airport,
a 90-minute ride up
the mountain.
I am grateful
not having to drive
into the big shitty
in the valley
to go get him.
I’m excited. We
regale exceedingly
well together.
I have one book of poetry titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere & many poems published in many small presses over many years! .
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