Where did all the hippies go?
I used to see them on Granville street
Lining up or sitting down on backpacks and belongings on their way to knowhere.
The sun baking down with pipes and smoke
With the sound of bongo drums
To invoke salmon reveries.
Where did all the hippies go?
After turning the wheel of karma
In fish-eyed I-chings
With yarrow stalks
Littering the sidwalk
With mysterious notebooks
Scribbling lonesome poems
Then laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Where did all the hippies go?
With stars and flowers on their hair
A constellation full of dreams
Down that undulating pine road
That led onwards to the western shore
Where the lighthouse
Guided them to the coral that lies beneath the waves.
