May 27, 2012
to look for clues
as to what happened
back home,
though as I stride
through the street of a town
that gave the name to a generation,
I feel the vibe,
the sense that
while it did not start here,
it grew here,
as if this place
full of aging hippies,
Tibetan monks,
and the relics of a time long gone,
she incubated here,
a wounded bird
with an amazing voice
who ached for something
more than she was able to get
using her talents to climb
the rungs of a ladder
to which there is no top,
just rung after pointless rung,
she clinging to each
until she can reach the next,
she assuming there might be
a place all this leads to,
a platform somewhere ahead
in the clouds
where she can finally stand
and celebrate achievement,
yet has not gotten there yet,
her palms blistering
from the continued climb
as if to nowhere.
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