by Joseph A Farina
days of cigarettes and scents
rigour without effort
girls exploring short nights
in bluejeans, leather and lace
music capturing rebellion
expressed in your hand
raised in peace not in fists
belief in a future where we would exist
children of new eden
under St Francis’s sky
where flowers were power
with love of one summer
that sated the thirst of our souls
quenched and abandoned
through the myriad quests
of accumulated things and years
still dreams and remembers
on tides of sandalwood and brut
when poets artists and musicians
tuned in, turned on
and changed the world.
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