The music is fine
not mine
but obviously a big hit with those here trippy.
Here with the happy,
seemingly (but not quite) hippie.
But also not quite…
“Bliss Ninnies”.
No, these folks are far from that.
In fact quite the opposite.
Successful forty-somethings.
All tie-dyed and wide-eyed.
Dilated to meet you.
Me.
Here by second-hand invitation.
But well-felt welcome nonetheless.
I grab a plate, have a glass and set to congregate.
With the smattering of fifty-somethings and sixty-somethings (count me in here).
And a just few choice, authentic and truly hippie (they were THERE after all)
seventy-something folks.
For effect.
The affect was also fine
mine as well.
Well, I was probably the only one for whom
wine was the one and only boon.
Other than the social situation I came for.
And got.
Got a bit more
than that (of which I shall not share)
and then
no longer there.
——
My sweetheart will be here
by Friday.
Now THAT is the time
I shall do all I can,
show all I am.
Feel who we are.
Where we shine.
So fine.
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
