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When I was 18, strong and young and vibrant
And full of hormones that seemed to defy
The calm wisdom of my Mom and Dad

I read "Howl" which talked about the insane search
For the heavenly connection to the starry dynamo
Of the machinery of night

And I explored the machinery of night. It tossed me
And turned me, taught me and dropped me into old age
With lessons about achy bones and joints that stiffen with time

At 73, I get up just before dawn and watch the sun emerge
Over the Eastern horizon just like my Dad did 60 years ago
With Orion’s belt on the western horizon and Venus in the East

I realize now that he was teaching me
About the starry dynamo of the machinery night