“Come on baby light my fire”
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“OK, Boomer.”
I hear you, my Generation X, Z, and Millennial friends.
But the title and subtitle came unbidden.
That’s what The Sixties did to us.
So
Give me a break, as Albert Hammond so jarringly inserted into It Never Rains in California that I remember it 53 years later.
When I took this photo three nights ago, I wanted to capture the full moon set behind the tree branches and wispy clouds.
The photo itself uncovered an array of light.
But no moon.
Bummer.
Without warning or Spotify, my brain delivered
Ghosts from The Sixties.
A different array.
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Creedence Clearwater Revival’s 1969’s Bad Moon Rising.
Judy Collins’ 1967’s Both Sides Now.
The Doors’ 1966’s Light My Fire.
After that playlist, a bit of poetry.
Timothy Leary’s mid-60s countercultural command to “turn on, tune in, drop out.”
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Groovy?
Not really.
More like
Far out.
After all
It was a beautiful moon.
Judy admits she didn’t know clouds.
The Doors made the teenage me nervous.
Because I was too square to fit into Leary’s round hole.
Please,
Help me,
If you can.
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Dig it.
