Thursday, January 25, 2024
To Otto
August 1969
Playful prankster.
Cynical realist.
We talked of going AWOL
just to get to Woodstock.
Maybe stay there.
Maybe go up to Yasgur’s farm
Maybe Maggie’s farm too
Maybe on to Canada.
Back at Fort Gordon,
back to reality,
getting high on catnip
out beyond the trees.
Me on my bunk, staring at the ceiling.
You saying I looked like some dude in a casket.
Jeter longed for his wife.
MacComber and Lee
wanted to be cops.
You and me
we just wanted to be free.
