Poetry

A POEM: The 60’s

 

We’re in mini dresses cut

Like boxes. Peace-throated

We worship Quant and want to go to London.

Be part of The Scene.

You know.

Lennon is the man of our dreams

In his eyeglasses and black trousers.

George has the looks.

But Lennon has the attitude.

We want to be his muse

In nothing but flowers.

A cigarette rose.

Burning to the heart.

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