My Time Machine
I go backwards into 1961, so I can watch Elvis on TV.
He is terrific; makes me swoon. I adore him.
Then for some reason I think of Prince
So I reset my Time Machine to 1982. He is terrific!
What about the Mamas and the Papa’s? Mind suggests.
They were so good! What about the Beach Boys?
1958 it is. What about General Washinghood?
Who is that? Trust me you will love him. Go to 2052.
I get there and I am relieved to see we still have trees.
We are each wearing a hazmat suit with helmet though.
A person walking next to me raises my helmet and coughs in my mouth.
In thirty-two years we have not figured out how to eliminate bullies?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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