a good pinoit noir
is best in a tipii on a
sagging sleeping mat
naked apes strutting
under the peace sign; taking
a mile every inch
sun falls on the creek
by the garden where I seek
reflective harvest
"hippie" music show
old long-hairs and young women
mellow friendly glow
under tranquil stars
I float in warm, live water
late into the night
drinking iced coffee
in the "tea room" you might meet
anyone at all
