
Our gang stepped lively
on cobblestones laid
by the immigrants
In echelon
choreographed
shoulder sway
from back in the day
before epaulets
and swagger
took half of us
away
before Johnny lie dead
in a rice field
before hippies lost
their hair
but still had lost their minds
city free-fall
the answer blowing
in the wind off rooftops
blonde-on-blonde
before black-on-black
© Chagall, 2013
