June 9, 2017

“Where have all the hippies gone?”
She wondered
Ten years later she knows
Her ears and nose still sparkle with jems
And her hair blows in the wind
Taking its untamed shape

But she has grown older
And tired
Of the repeat
Battle
Of moving social,
economic, and human targets
political and physical attacks
That are meant to do just this
Wear the warrior

There is a new generation now
Taking her place in the field
And she and her commrads respectively shift roles
Rows of elders behind
Do the same
Keeping sight
Becoming invisible

Camouflaging
She answers her own question.