Purple haze and paisley pink
Sixty years gone by, quick as in the blink

of an eye. Heavy metal, folk and soul and rock
music loud enough to stop a clock

reckless poetry, freedom rides, protest marches, sit-ins
dreams of helping homeless children eating out of trash bins

bell bottoms, tie-dyed, mini-skirts, go go boots
back to the earth, back to the land, back to one’s roots

“Acting funny, I don’t know why
Excuse me while I kiss the sky”