9:45 am / Monday, Jun. 29, 2009
I used to write poems at comfest.
volunteering and drinking underage
sit under the sun
heat at least 81
humming tunes with the faces on stage.
But then I was young and didn't mind
I was sunburnt--
barefoot, pigtails and
my volunteer t-shirt.
Those were the beautiful days
when our hearts broke in
far fewer ways
but our hands aren't empty anymore
we've employed them with
cigarettes and cellphones.
cellophane wrapped sandwiches
and tails on the clouds
we navigate crowds and
sway to the music of dancing bodies.
Today is a day for the free
to remind us that
we are a we
and if there's anything we need--