Happy Birthday poem For Ken Peters by Summer Breeze


babel on babe
socks are wet but coat still dry
and i
dibbling between
my night reflection upon my window
funny sight with my reading glasses on
the city lights below are bursts of light
right here on my cheek and in my frames
(did you feel me laugh just now?)
heys zen ken jan i’m trying
to wrap you a birthday present with my typers
but my cigarette keeps going out
that’s the down side of rollin’ yer own
that’s the downer
the upper is i’m reminded more often
of natives not only sending smoke signals to the next hilltop
but also to the great spirit
puff puff
this one’s for you babe

mornin’ mornin’

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