dana's bedroom

we drank cheap

wine

in those days, spinning records,

in dana's

bedroom.

the Doors,

the Who,

Joplin

and Leon Russell.

Dylan

and Hendrix.

the White Album

over and over

again,

side one,

side two.

the group of us,

from grade

school

and now off into the real

world,

without a clue.

drinking,

passing a blunt around,

our minds

lazy with ideas

and magical thinking.

who would stay?

who would leave,

and run,

feet on the ground.

so few.

so few.