Berkeley October

I remember

I remember

I remember

There was magic in the moment

of October

There were whispers

of the members

of the people I remember

In the Dreaming of the moment

I remember.

In the waking in

the morning

were the words

that I recall

All the magic of the memories

of the magical October

In the Berkeley of

My memory

The crispness of the air

I remember 

I remember

I was there

Not the people

Not the street names

But

The music and the magic

and the fact that

I was there

I remember

How the feeling

Stunned me

I was free

How the memories

Of Glendale

and the family

Seemed a dreamtime

Like a memory

Someone else

Had told me

and the reality was

The smell in the air

The crispness of the frost

and the faint

memory of tear gas

and the faint

Memory of running

was the memory

I remembered

On that Berkeley morning.