i saw a berkeley woman sitting in a rocking chair. a dulcimer in her lap
feather in her hair. her breasts swayed freely with the rhythm of the rocking chair
she was a sitting and a singing and a swaying
her cheeks were red i declare. 'twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then
the color in her cheeks was just her natural skin. she wore no makeup to make her look that way. she was a natural mama with the red cheeks
what more can i say?
well
i finally realized there was hunger in my stare. in my mind i was swaying with the woman in the rocking chair. but the lady i was living with was standing right by my side