Graduation, Princeton, June 1970

graduation, princeton, June 1970

“the locusts sang, and they were singin’ for me
… his head was explodin’ ”
—Bob Dylan

sitting on my behind
thank god sans robe
as lofty admonitions

and four years of
weighty articulations
dissolve in floods of sweat

crescendos and decrescendos
of seventeen-year-old
cicadas

and the shimmering green
shading to shivering purple
foliage