Old School Dream
by Claire Massey
Covid 19 rages like a fifties era
tyrannical stepfather who buzz cuts his hair,
embraces wrath of God doctrine,
grounds you for the slightest infraction,
juke joint dancing, wine on your breath,
a seconds late curfew violation.
Last night I dreamed I was retro living
in the Age of Aquarius,
the water bearer’s constellation brimming,
spilling overhead.
My boyfriend kissed me
in the commons garden.
Mogen David flowed.
Gently stoned friends smiled,
blessing unguarded union,
him in his surplus bell bottoms,
me with my waterfall hair,
so abundant.
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Claire Massey is the Poet Laureate
for the Pensacola, Florida branch of National Pen Women. She was a selection
editor for the 2019 print edition of The Emerald Coast Review. Among
other publications, her work appears or is forthcoming in Persimmon Tree, Panoply,
Wilderness House Literary Review, Flights 2020 Magazine and Saw Palm:
Journal of Florida Art and Literature.
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