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