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Some called it the Summer of Love although the clustered	A
Motionless leaves that overhung the streets looked the same	B
As ever the same as they did every summer in	C
Anybody with three dollars could have a vision	D
And who wouldn t want to know what it felt like to be	E
A cedar waxwing landing with a flutter of gray wings	F
In a spruce tree then disappearing into it	G
For only three dollars And now I know its flight is ecstasy	E
No matter how I look at it I also now know that	H
The short life of a cedar waxwing is more pure pleasure	I
Than anyone alive can still be sane bear	J
And remember a cedar waxwing doesn t mean a thing	K
Qua cedar or qua waxwing nor could it have earned	L
That kind of pleasure by working to become a better	I
Cedar waxwing They re all the same	B
Show me a bad cedar waxwing for example I mean	M
A really morally corrupted cedar waxwing you ll commend	N
The cage they have reserved for you resembling heaven	D
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Some people spent their lives then having visions	O
But in my case the morning after I dropped mescaline	M
I had to spray Johnson grass in a vineyard of Thompson Seedless	O
My father owned so still feeling the holiness of all things	O
Living holding the spray gun in one hand driving with the other	I
The tractor pulling the spray rig its sputtering motor	I
Row after row I sprayed each weed I found	P
That looked enough like Johnson grass a thing alive that s good	Q
For nothing at all with a mixture of malathion diesel fuel	R
And said to each tall weed as I coated it with a lethal mist	S
Dominus vobiscum sometimes mea culpa until	T
It seemed boring to apologize to weeds insincere as well	U
For in a day or so no more than that the weeds would turn	V
Disgusting hues of yellowish orange wither away I still felt	W
The bird s flight in my body when I thought about it the wing ache	X
Lifting heaven locating itself somewhere just above my slumped	Y
Shoulders part of me taking wind I d feel it at odd moments	O
After that on those long days I spent shoveling vines driving trucks	O
And tractors helping swamp fruit out of one orchard	A
Or another but as the summer went on I felt it less and less	O
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As the summer went on some were drafted some enlisted	Z
In a generation that would not stop falling a generation	D
Of leaves sticking to body bags when they turned them	A2
Over they floated back to us on television even then	B2
In the Summer of Love in	C
When riot police waited beyond the doors of perception	D
And the best thing one could do was get arrested	C2

Larry Levis

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