I wish I had a vista of the past
and could still hear the squawking hens
in their Kibbutz hatches
under some 1982 azure sky
I wish I were a hippie
and could permanently hear acetate music from 1967
dressed in kaftan
smoking Moroccan ***
forever young
If I were to be a poet
id gap in the missing years
and candy floss the past
between youngster hood and my near 60 years
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 7:17 PM UTC
I wish I had a vista of the past
and could still hear the squawking hens
in their Kibbutz hatches
under some 1982 azure sky
I wish I were a hippie
and could permanently hear acetate music from 1967
dressed in kaftan
smoking Moroccan ***
forever young
If I were to be a poet
id gap in the missing years
and candy floss the past
between youngster hood and my near 60 years
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