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Invisible portal in Sociological Time
Played out, for me, at the Cage Coffeehouse
In Philly
Half the patrons black turtlenecked Beatniks
Other half, like me, self-consciously in
Bell-bottomed jeans or
Flowered maxi dress and lacy shawl
Making me aligned with the hippies
Although I loved black most of all
Despite differences
In schooling, social class, and age
Agreement manifested in music
Be-bop jazz
Old Folk
New Protest
Music, espresso, Jasmine tea
Underground movies to see
And books, ideas, and poetry
“Howl” declared non-obscene in 1957
Found a City Lights copy
To be prized for decades
Seems it wasn’t long after
Country Joe & The Fish
Screamed “Give me an F!”
Woodstockers screaming
The answer to What’s That Spell?
Learned all the words to Dylan’s Hard Rain
Ironed my long hair to look like
Baez & Travers
Tried and failed to play guitar
Wrote poems that were sure to
Make me a star
Did the Greenwich Village thing
Seeing and hearing
Jimi Hendrix
Electric mixed with Folk
Mystical Mirrors and Smoke
But why oh why
Did we split with our
Brothers and Sisters
We all did what we felt was right
Peace and Love, though, as
Ephemeral as light
Us and them
It would always be
Same now, more than a half century
Distilled down to masks
And who is vaxxed
THEM and US
Peace too much of a fuss
On two sides stacked
Like lumber at a DIY yard
Refusing to listen to each side’s bard
Of logic whirling in Smoke and Mirrors
How can we come to consensus
Make what’s best for the Universe clearer
Do we still have the ability to see
Our beautiful Earth
Our bright blue Oceans
Our sweet-smelling Wind
Our life-giving Sun
Oh, please, let us be friends
Let’s make amends with each other
And make our anthem
The Beatles song
We can work it out…
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© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Peace Ukulele
*YouTube Video We Can Work It Out, The Beatles https://youtu.be/Qyclqo_AV2M