Pinwheels and Potholders
While gleaning yesterday from today
I found an old friend, dusty and chipped,
back in the day we weren't just directionless kittens
but "budding" congressmen, doctors and convicts...
sitting around a whirling tie dyed circle
sharing a glass tube filled with happy grass
minds dabbling between tidepools of freedom
and the coming tsunami of responsibility.
For a brief time we held back the atomic bomb of life
clinging to the last pinwheel of childhood
with an eight track of Z.Z Top and a Mexican gold potholder...
5/9/20
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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