“Spring and what’s left of the hippies return from old rooming houses and
More letters, more journals, more poems to burn;
Real heat at last.
At last my words glow.”
Love calls like the wild birds— it’s another day. A Spring wind blew my list of things to do…away. My friends are gettin older, so I guess I must be too. Without their loving kindness, I don’t know what I’d do. Oh the wine bottle’s half empty— the money’s all spent. And we’re a cross between our parents and hippies in a tent.
It figures it would rain the day I start teaching my online course.
it’s raining sheets of rain everything is cold and wet
nobody’s going out of doors
they’re all at home living it up on the internet
so i guess nobody’s lonely any more
‘cept you and me babe ‘cept you and me”
Lyrics here. I have weighed in before on this topic.
I know I should have played this song back when we had the supermoon, but a particular lyric popped into my head. The “little captains and cuckoos” have got me going today.
The whole kit and kaboodle is in disrepair
There ain’t nowhere to go
That ain’t here
Little captains and cuckoos
From here to Timbucktu are
Countin’ their dough in a mirror
Rooty toot toot for the moon
It’s the biggest star I’ve ever seen
It’s a pearl of wisdom
Slice of green cheese
And it’s burnin’ just like kerosene
Burnin’ just like kerosene
spring will come back i know it will & it will do its best
so useful so endangered like a lion or a breast
i think about my children when i look at any child’s face
& pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace
When them old boys come through
Sometimes I think it would have been best
If they’d said, “Jesus, it’s too flat here”
And just kept going West.
Out of the flat stuff, flat stuff
Way out to the setting sun.
“There’s a ring around the moon
Long long time ‘till day
Play me one more tune
Please don’t go away.”
There was, indeed a ring around the nearly full moon tonight, with clouds racing past it. Did you get to see it?