Saturday, August 2, 2014

Seven Decades

Red Shuttleworth
National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum
April 16, 2016

Seven Decades

There was a journal kept in 1968.

I thought of it as a brother.
We attended lectures on art,
paraded drunk for the oppressed,
dated a blonde marble girl
whose father kept hundreds
of discarded tires in their yard...
and we ran through Marin rain
saying we were Pony Express horses.

Raggedy years... seven decades:
it's a blurry coastline,
I am often in my darkest room.
The years of seven decades
advance... blindfolded.

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