In the hippie days

(how did I wish to be one of them)

beautiful slim females traveled ‘round me

wrapped in nothing more than flowing manes,
long legs and bedroom eyes.

around me the world traveled light,

while I

measured the weight of philosophies,
revealed deep insights in political sciences
heurekas inside smoky dark rooms.

In the days of today

(how do I wish to be one of them)

healthy females run by me full with their senses of self,

determined in purpose, harmonious in garb, 
intentionally accomplished, slick in tongue.

while I

go through yet another phase

of dismal proportions.
 

Erica Weick

August 7, 01, revisited October 31, 2013 para Halloween