Reflections In The Sun Poem by S. R. Lavin

REFLECTIONS IN THE SUN
(Northampton, Nov.5,2011)

“Nobody seems to notice I’m here.”

Standing outside the courthouse
where Abbie Hoffman and Amy Carter
were on trial I remember his words to me
that the CIA was importing drugs
into the black neighborhoods.

Years before, tripping on acid
I walked through town
and bumped into Kurt Vonnegut

or sitting with Gregory
in the bagel shop
discussing
what is Art?

And in reflection, meeting up with Larry
in the theater, both of us laughing wildly
(creating a ruckus) watching
“The Laying of the Atlantic Cable.”

You had to be there
you had to see
all the miles of cable.

A girl (in her teens) sits on a bench
on Main Street
her eyes swollen

pregnant and homeless
left to herself

nobody seems to notice her


REFLECTIONS IN THE SUN
(Northampton, Nov.5,2011)

“Nobody seems to notice I’m here.”

Standing outside the courthouse
where Abbie Hoffman and Amy Carter
were on trial I remember his words to me
that the CIA was importing drugs
into the black neighborhoods.

Years before, tripping on acid
I walked through town
and bumped into Kurt Vonnegut

or sitting with Gregory
in the bagel shop
discussing
what is Art?

And in reflection, meeting up with Larry
in the theater, both of us laughing wildly
(creating a ruckus) watching
“The Laying of the Atlantic Cable.”

You had to be there
you had to see
all the miles of cable.

A girl (in her teens) sits on a bench
on Main Street
her eyes swollen

pregnant and homeless
left to herself

nobody seems to notice her