He recently moved into a double-wide
with working, some would say classless,
while others would argue for clueless,
white trailer non-trash.

He’s getting along
in this post-middle class
over hill
and ranting shrill retiring constitution
declaring interdependence
in this, Earth’s great
ReFormed Hippy GreenCommunion

Old mostly happy geezers
and gussies, yes,
most people of the park
not quite relentlessly white
and ambiguously green–not afraid of old and new colors
they have long known,
or guessed someone they knew
knew,
with decent Christian names
and local
non-postal reputations
for fishing
and walking
and breathing,
cooking
and baking
more like all the white folk do
than not.

Most of his neighbors
recall an antiHippy 1960s
youthful passioned past,
some red Vietnam militarized patriarchal
and some blue/green counter-cultural
activists all agree

Hippies got some sex things
too disconnectedly wrong,
but experimented more healthily
with green experiential ecology
of living simply
with cooperative non-violent sufficiency–
a potentially safer integrity
of wealthy health compassion systems,
organic and holistic.

And, yet, not just this sufficiency of EarthJust Truth
but also celebrating Her Sacred Blue/Green Global Beauty
rooted in religiously
re-membering
Come By Here, Lord,
still sung with white privilege
to steal your Culture, Girl
in soulful performance art,
Kum By Yah
served with vanilla GirlScout cookies,

Celebrative
meditative multicultural indigenous prayers
for Earth’s Great Green EnLightenment
as Ego’s transcendent polypathic
compassionate EmPowerment
of suffering souls
and solitude
and green/blue gratitude

Here
in his new but old trailer park,
revisiting
ReFormed Hippy GreenCommunions.