The sun looks so hot, emblazoned
on those concrete walls. Graffiti,
red thick lines spelling out the
American and Japanese, invites that
desire to slingshot my self backwards
four decades.
Take my entire mind,
take my aged body,
do not devolve to whit that I cannot
appreciate the new form, I plead!
If I am then how I am now
a newfound joy can appropriate
and course through pulsing muscle
and bone.
I can absorb, can be,
can exist within an era
I know not exists,
yet yearn.