Three Girls Barefoot; Last Day of 1969

Since we're visiting the Sixties this week, I thought I'd post this little poem I found in a box of Walrus Pemmican's stuff...(photo by Patrushka)


On the last day of December
in 1969
three hippie girls stood far on a hillside
to watch the old sun sink.
Their beads rustled and their long hair flew
in the cold Pacific wind.
It chopped right through their velvets too
and chilled their warm young breasts.

The night came on.
They made their way back along the trail to the cabin.
A yellow light came from the window.
Inside a baby cried.
Three hippie girls hurried faster.
Their paisley dresses brushed against the poison oak.

In the doorway the youngest lit a joint.

In the wind,
in the dark,
on the hillside,
two hippie girls' eyes turned red.
The third, inside, was already nursing her child.