Out of the
wretchedness
of a superficial
social set
of decencies
Wrings out
an open hearted
family of hippies

Those of us
who remain
unrecognized
the ones deemed
the wishy-washy
    kind….

But…
annually my people
the creatives
get together
rockabilly, blues
folk, jazz and soul
tie dye and feathers
the goddess so loved
the grove this year
she showered us
in sweet summer’s
sunny starry weather

Arms open wide
as wide as our minds
wider then the sky
creatives
lovers of life
music magic
free of strife

Artist mirrors
a larger truth
allowing
the aesthetics
of all souls
to renew!

I sang my songs
and cast my spells
I basked in the love
that heals all hell!

I bid farewell
my closest kin
until our flames
shall gather again!