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 possibilitythat the town
would welcome us
even
with peace symbols
on
our sandalsholes for tee-shirts
& no draft card
after
work
we'd
hide in the hillstil 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)
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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