they tear the flesh from each other’s throats
calling it progress and capatalism
as if by giving it a name
it is all okay
no accounting for the child I once was
supine on a tree branch
Walnut Creek California circa 1974
the world looking everything like a grand display
of light and color of form and
of course the ultimate goal
possibility
there it is
capatalism
but for that child on the arm of the tree
a dream
blank canvas
hands full of color
one wild imagination
when did the world shrink to the size of one male ego
and a few small minds
when all along there were
always the dreamers in the trees
wild with the vision possible
to the future