By Gary David Johnson
SONNET COMPOSED UNDER A TREE IN
GOLDEN GATE PARK DURING THE
CELEBRATION OF THE 40TH ANNIVERSARY OF
THE SUMMER OF LOVE
(San Francisco, September 2, 2007)
Two aging gays lay down in front of me
One swept debris from trees he couldn’t clamber
and then arranged a tarp… just so. Then he:
“Wait long enough, these will be precious amber”
he said, and dropped those twigs beside the tree
against which I had propped myself. The Show:
Those waves of ancient music and the free
high from the smoke that flowed from pipes below
It’s been four decades since I did this last
Forty summers since that summer long ago
It’s cliché, yes I know, but passed too fast
that time, yet slow enough, I think, to grow
Four decades: Almost too long to remember
Somehow the same, though now, just shades of amber
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THE CONE - ISSUE #9 - SPRING 2016
By E. Amato