before the age of monstrosities

 

when a small comfortable home
was just enough

 

 

yard karma

 

July 3, 1971
driving my friend’s family’s Lincoln Continental
from Edgartown to Vineyard Haven
picked up few hitchhikers along the way
someone turned on the radio
to the news that Jim Morrison had died

 

 

erased

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there were signs
during the summer of 1968

she couldn’t remember my name

 

 

 

hippies always welcome

 

finding myself

in this tiny seaside town

once again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”

~ Pascal Mercier

 

Cape Porpoise

Maine