Sixty-Seven
flowers everywhere
music in the streets
conventions turned upside down
questions about everything
then numbers came
crunching billions in their wake
chaining eyes and minds
was it a colossal mistake
I take off your granny classes
you remove my dungarees
we rediscover an energy
rumored to be extinct
those were the times
these are mine
and there's
nothing guaranteed
I do as I like
like a child until I find
something more
interesting
As the past threatens the young
As snipers build a nest
the old question re-emerge
grammatically intact