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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
There's a chain across the gate of the old home place.
It
was auctioned off after the parents died.
All the kids live in town
now.
They only drive out to remember how good they got it.
A history of memories and feelings from younger
days.
Hippies in California and eight dead in Ohio.
Trendy now to talk
about Central American and South Africa.
We can't change our own lives, so
let's change the subject.
Somewhere in a small town, an angel died on skid
row.
Somewhere on an Indian reservation, a young person struggles
to
learn their native tongue before it dies.
Before their crystal altars,
the New Age folks wonder why the
Harmonic Convergence didn't change
anything.
But last night I thought of you and looked up from these
frosty
hills to see a shooting star.
And it's country music playing now.
Real country blues
with a desperate edge.
About hard times and solitary confinement.
Songs
about survival and being human.
So, this is Christmas?
I watch the families
shop.
Determined to make their kids smile on Christmas morning.
I wish I
could tell them how damn good they got it.
Ho!
