Moving Through The Ruins Poem by Gary Winkel
Moving Through The Ruins
Scraggly bearded ex-radical
and sallow vegetarian lady
riding to the revival
of survival technique.
Little barbarians in trust
moving through the ruins
like plastic bubbles
bursting in the spoils.
Cosmic neckties
getting off right here
regardless of the next stop
or the end of the line.
City folk choking or toking,
biting satire.
Seekers on this bus
trying to find the way back home.
(1970's)
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