Sixty-Seven

 Sixty-Seven

flowers everywhere

music in the streets 

conventions turned upside down 

questions about everything 

then numbers came 

crunching billions in their wake

chaining eyes and minds

was it a colossal mistake  

I take off your granny classes

you remove my dungarees  

we rediscover an energy 

rumored to be extinct 

those were the times 

these are mine 

and there's 

nothing guaranteed 

I do as I like 

like a child until I find

something more 

interesting

As the past threatens the young 

As snipers build a nest 

the old question re-emerge 

grammatically intact