October 25, 2015, Prescott- Reflections on a middle-night’s dream:
There came the Little Rascals,
into a coffee shop where I sat.
An adult was with them,
speaking untoward rap.
Egging on the boys and girls,
Her words were enough to make me hurl.
I stood up and re-assured the kids,
that young, fresh days are not meant
for moral skids.
Be free of obligation,
to social degeneration.
having stood my ground,
feeling ready for a day
of love profound.