Nameless Street Band; Berkeley, 1972
Nathan B. Spooner
Tuned in with words as the music,
the songs
one after the other getting
charged energy
somewhere from the air, I guess.
Our voices, the instruments,
carry the sound
and lift us charged with electric
magnetism
group therapy, what have you.
Along the avenue, live jive alive
with
peopled movements selling
jewelry,
sandals, stash, beads and on and on.
Julia Vinograd waves bubbles into
afternoon
ambiance as purple tinged
spherical floating forms
spin lazily across Telegraph and
Haste, following
meandering wind of time eternal.