from this week in May, 1976 (I was 31)
little communists
Children of the commune
you hide your laughter behind your hands
and let us look at you naked
tanned all over and dusty
Your dreams are without ferris wheels
You will not be broken down and stuck at the top
A stick is your wand Wave everything green
Watch your parents planting in the sun
Watch strangers instead of television
Understand what all children know
This is today wait no longer
Let’s have a look Let’s have a look
and maybe more than a look
“You grow up like this
when you’re little
then go into the outside world;
it blows your mind.”
says Jeff age 12
Jeff perceives all other as majority
to his minority
just as we all have since we were 12
The collective mind is blown
Jeff is as old as his elders are young
He tames the world in a loving glance
and they settle for the secluded vegetables
they can grow themselves
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