I'm here
on this great American holiday-- 
Buddhist-- tho I am
so didn't make a ham
made bread and Passion Fruit jam
didn't mean to rhyme
just came out in time
to be silly and nonsensical
in this era of pandemonium
tell me--
will I be able to look back
laugh this day away
who is to say 
yet, I am here
watching robie robot 
do his dirty work
picking up the dog hairs and morsels on the floor
my virtual theatre class starts at four
9 smiling actors 
waiting to be discovered
now hiding undercover
in a state of doom
but here we act
in this room
maybe tomorrow I will get cast
if this elder is lucky to last
Oh yes,
 I've been thinking this way
reading all the stats
it's us elders who are cursed
I was looking forward to my time 
sitting upon a throne of wise-dome
do I have to worry 
my heart beats strong 
but my lungs have been abused
Newports, Salems, and Golden Kents
marijuana up in smoke
does that mean I'm dead
Only time will tell ya
better do my yoga 
Genie Nakano at 2:40 PM, Easter Sunday, April 12, 
(I'm a flower child through --  born May, 1948 "make love not war--PEACE)
Photo: Genie Nakano, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico–a ceiling mural

Published by genienakano

I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.

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