ebbortz

Thursday, May 28, 2015

the wind became a train

1971

rolling up the valley
like every gust
another length
of steel

as i still remember
swinging
a spiking hammer
in a ragtag crew

& we laughed
at the possibility
that the town
would welcome us

even with peace symbols
on our sandals
holes for tee-shirts
& no draft card

after work
we'd hide in the hills
til dark
& then descend incognito
to the nearest roadhouse
playing
joy to the world

--- e b bortz

(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
 

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