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BAY BRIDGE DOUGHNUTS
There is an easier way through
Without the fun-house mirror
The distortions of bent glass
Seeing yourself analytically
Without accepting how you got here.
After all those mistakes and wrong turns
Spinning doughnuts on the Bay Bridge
Without benefit of a vehicle –
Just the mind stopping traffic
As they shoot video
He was a protestor they said
Should get out of Viet Nam he demanded.
He didn’t believe them
When his fellow campers told him
We left decades ago.
He had gone over to Cal
Saw half were Asians
Convinced they won
He buried his uniform
Out in the Emeryville mudflats
Where he lived on food scraps
From Spengers and Alice Water’s spot
Now he lies flat
In an East Bay plot
Still convinced America lost.
Got run out by the Viet Kong.
Lost the people.
But the Army still held on
To key posts and refused to leave
So he lies peacefully at last
No more whirling disease
Finally home, his own piece of dirt
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