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With Abbie dead,
and Ginsberg aging,
with the Haight gentrified into oblivion,
and Woodstock Nation a mere dying ember,
("Baby boomers will turn 50 this year," )
with all seeming lost,
the clocking ticking, and the Titanic sinking
one last time, clinging to a deck chair
cast adrift on frigid, swelling seas,
I see through half-shut eyes, losing
consciousness (not just political, but any),
the great white ships of the U.S. Coast Guard
steaming in, amid wild cheers
from the lifeboats,
to save
the counter-culture!
To a former student, a Coast Guard cadet, after reading in the NY Times
that Guardsmen are practicing yoga and meditation to help them deal
with the stress of their jobs.
March 1996