basking sunshine

blazing deep green 

all directions

up and down these melted roads

enchanting this NYState mountain town,

possible future home? 

and inside Smitty's on barstools

sit listeners

gatherers of syncopation

sipping slushy softy icy blobs

with sweet scarred motorcycle waitresses

wearing harmonizing smiles of

“where’d you come from gosh so far to get here all the way to just talk to me?”

(I’m meeting a friend)

up and down 

spick-and-span barbequed country miles

occasional thumbs pointing to passers for a ride

somewhere

anywhere 

all together now

we are volunteers

naturally akin

who do not smile to replace no rain

how can anybody make war? 

and we well know

there exists 

spiraling justice circles

blowin impossible winds that comb our long hair

both sexes

livin

as one

wheels within wheels

here nests the Zen respect of no difference

about one extended tale 

endless mind riffs

easily spliced together 

without words nor etched mind thoughts of:

who?

what?

why is…?

all tied up into:

mind if i just pound out some piano chords? 

heck, no better reason than 

i Love you

now

here

this age

this generation

cause waterfalls are lovers to the leaves

that eventually make up our sleepingbag nightbed, yes

black tablecloth strewn across transparent stone boards

transparent silent walls…

so hitchin homeward soon 

wherever that is

which of course 

occurs from any hip direction taken

6/10/73