Baby Q

And when I turned the corner
There they all were
Babbling and giggling
Little feet finding the
Earth

Hope held through

Here we are together again
Bursting at the seams
Armistice reached for the
Weekend warriors

We’ll still smoke in the garage
We’ll still crush a few on the porch

But in the living room
Still life on an
Acid trip

Pieces rudely forced
Now fall in place
Still life
Keep still