Sixties Dream
Those days were the ones of great change
That can be touched, now on briefly
On April afternoons that mark the line between seasons
Bordered by hyacinth, daffodil, crocus, forsythia, lilac and new leaf
A haze lightly touching the distant hills
As much a state of consciousness as reality
The night chill, watching Orion approach oblivion in the west
It is almost possible to feel young again on those days
And know that all is possible.
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