Thank you Editor Lanning Russell of Event Horizon Magazine for publishing this poem.



As I Saw Boulder



Those retro hipster streets, crowded with bohemian images, 
abutting the mountains grand, recollecting peace and hippie love.
One New Age store replete with Occult books and Tarot cards 
intended to teach and to guide.
The street musicians’ chattering guitars play folk (Dylan, Baez, Mitchell) 
or perhaps the acid rock (Hendrix, Cream, Doors) one era dug.
Another New Age store that sells incense, that spiritual return
to the time when the peace pipe filled the air with smells
of myrrh and burning grass.
Street dancers and magicians with magical movement
 to keep the groove alive and remembered.