on the aged blinds, all dusty
filled corners of spiderwebs,
the dusky remembrances
sat a reign of yesterday's
fog filled eyes
the  bluish hue
random splotches
which glasses none
have a cure for
I recall her
her in glory
like it was yesterday
lithe
sweet as a sundrop
cool as a new wind
soft as the mellow song
whispering
cute
as a cub
new as the day was then

It's a dream childhood
taking the ten fifteen autumn ferry
for school on the other side of the river
little white butterflies
petite pretty ribboned
babbling like river ripples
boarding from the jetty in the sky
traveling below billowing September clouds
living only in now breathing joyous
no worry for a future
ferrying along the river
and now is all that counts
counting by the moments
fairy furlongs
on the ten fifteen autumn ferry.

What a fool I was , undignified
to light one up at the funeral,
the mourners gasped, as I blew you that
one last shotgun , as I promised you
I would that day we met in April
1967 at the love-in
on the hill the new rock bands playing
songs of peace and love so beautiful
the flowers and  kisses being gave
out so freely and we got so high
promised if you died I'd give you one
last shotgun to take you smiling out
to wherever it is ole' hippies
go