Mandarin collars were Beatle.
Orange was ‘in’.

The summer of love at fourteen
was far away as ‘Frisco’

a background only
like the orange of my suit

my Sunday best.
Come dusk

peace shone forth in
psychedelic flowers

pink power
noisy turquoise.

A tracery of green
leaves no one in doubt,

and the darker it gets,
the brighter I shout.