We saw the hippies on Sunset Boulevard.
My sister pointed to and was touched
by a hippy on Sunset Boulevard.
If we had remained, my brother
and I would have become
famous rulers of the underworld.
Persephone might have remained, and
the anti-oxidant properties of
pomegranate would have gone unnoticed.
The clay feet of our skateboards would have
left red arabesques on the hills behind,
and when urethane wheels became invented,
the lords of Dogtown would have been our friends.
But we fled across the dessert, we siblings,
the sky streaming giant horsetails,
on opal wheels. when bubble gum bubbles broken
over our face, even in our hair, we