Monday, April 20, 2009

The Grand Smoke-Out

I was methodically pulling
weeds in front of my house,
watching streams
of young people, in
groups of 10 to 20,
stroll by towards Folsom Street.
Boulder High School let out
two hours ago, there was no
football game, but there
was clearly an event.
Everyone looked happy,
with a spring in their step.
Ten thousand strong, they
converged on Farrand Field,
some traveling from New York,
Virginia, Texas, to smoke a
joint in public, with friends,
without reprisal, to sit in the
sun until a cloud of marijuana
smoke turned the blue sky to
grey, and then their time was up
and everyone packed up their
bongs and their pipes, their
wrappers and their plastic bags
and headed home, to study
for the next final, to write the
next paper, to get ready for
work, to get down to the real
business of life.
Nice break, though.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Or they went to the house down the block, lit up a "Special Mexican Drug Gang Reefer" and banged on their drum all night long...