Sometimes age and time
Take their toll on your sight and
You see things:
Freed slaves running across white cotton fields.
And the heat,
The first summer of the season,
Is so hot steam streams from the skin
Like a running river,
A bubbling brook,
A lady too young to dance but old enough
To look.

Her name is meaningless but,
It is Leslie.

There's never enough time.
She mouthed that to me -
Miley Cyrus.
Her short hair and glitter distracted my eyes,
Along with her off-handed laughter and
Her fall back-daddy-taught-me country twang'.
Should we be punished for using what we learned
For what we do now
Without respect or acknowledgement of the past?
We use and reuse.
Let us nod and nod again.

Entertainment is the successful ****
Of
High vanity's
Younger sister.

Sometimes
Most times
All times

I know and
I wish,
I wished,
I wish we were all

Make believe.