|
a poem by Scot Young (1 of 3)
summer of love minus the vw bus and jerry garcia (Haight, 2009)
in cha cha cha gently licked jerk sauce from her fingers leather headbands and who wears a flower in her hair disappeared between wet lips a freeze frame one by one softly touching the tongue that baez when she sang of virgil kane or played guitar on the corner of haight & ashbury on the first day of the rest of our lives sephora eyes danced madly to a marley song not wanting to waste a single drop |