Memory of Vermont & Yippee
[ poetry - june 08 ]
Memory of Vermont
of dark evergreens, solo
on a silver birch.
You remembered. So long ago,
in '68, the era of
protest, madness - above all, love
we interpreted as sex, being young
and beautiful and free - not knowing
how beautiful we were, how young.
- that part we couldn't help but be.
Youth has to live a little bit recklessly,
and yet we survived, lived long
to look back now - how sweet of you
to send that summer valentine,
so out of season and so fine.