we
made a campfire together
burning
for hours
and
the thought never left me
how
was it decided
that
these teenagers
would
end up working on a collective farm
very
little music
in
their lives
and
who
decides this shit
all
i could think about
were
the kids in pennsylvania
who
were sent up to the farm
reform
school
north
of pittsburgh
so
this was rehabilitation
east
and west
in
the group there was a ringleader
stocky
baby face
a
joke and story teller
the
translator edited for our ears
who
then
went
and retrieved a guitar
brought
it into the circle
and
handed it off to me
i
froze for a minute
before
tuning the strings
and
then rolling in to
don't
think twice it's all right
by
the end of the song
i
noticed tears rolling down
from
a few eyes
including mine
including mine
no
translation
needed
---
e b bortz
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