In the late Sixties
the Vietnam War years
in our
log cabin in a
northern place
the tinny nighttime music from
AM radio
came in from
Portland or Seattle
during the midnight hours
Piles of snow outside
and the icy forest all around
cracking
We could hear the distant
shouts of war all the way
up there while
the music
arrived –
The Doors
Buffalo Springfield
Donovan
Who dares to forget
or, yes, Mellow Yellow
and the accompanying rumours
about baking
banana strings in the oven
So many Donovan songs
I forgot how much he was the soundtrack
of those years
music shaping us while
kerosene light bounced
from snow crystals
at the window
Quirk 
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