When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I quickened like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be [shaped] must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit [only for those who nurture].
I go to school to youth to learn the future.
This performance was in the NY apartment of my best friend Emma Castillo's cousin Tommy Rivada, a Filipino Elvis type singer who worked as a med tech in NYC in 1973. I accompanied Emma on vacation from Anniston AL.
Comfort stations: My hugging tree is close by and my granddaddys rose bush is huge with a side order of yellow wood sorrel in planter pot plus an acre of chickweed if we are reduced to grazing during pandemic.