poem of the day September 11 

It was Deja Vu

A summer happening 

that reminded me 

of  Hippie Hour

at the Washington Cafe

The Mad Professor had on his red beret 

Madame Ruby mingled in her gypsy dress

while the Potato Ladies held court around

the potluck table in tie dyes from 1967 

It seemed like every old Leftly 

Every old Flower Child 

Every old Hippie from the 60's

had turned out for the 76th birthday celebration

of the radical whited bearded minister

who was in his kitchen pontificating

on the successes of the 60's revolution,

A revolution that had now sadly passed by

I had to leave the grand affair early before

the hippie hour band played 

but could not keep from thinking how the Summer of Love

had changed America for the better

I was still  immersed in this warm inner glow

as I was walking the familiar path full

of my revolutionary ideas  

When my thoughts were shattered

by a big loud pickup driving by

with a Stop the Steel sticker

I froze in fear that we were now

in fertile grounds for new revolution 

Realizing this revolution based on lies are not the radical change

needed for the common good of a nation