I went back in time
and saw
the Grateful Dead play
in Boston
thirty years ago.
I was surprised that
they didn’t see
my modern ticket and money
and wonder aloud.
I sat on the floor
and watched.
Garcia played a guitar
with sympathetic strings.
His fingers moved with
subtle shifts and pressures
and made the music happen.
He asked me
to hang with them
smoke some hash
and party.
I am not sure
what it all meant
other than that
I was raised
in the 60s.
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