EXTERNAL AFFAIRS /
In one corner of our mind it remains 1969:
Frosted pavements, icy breath, yet our hands thaw
In the thrill of chasing a ball under streetlights,
Voices in the dark calling the names of Best and Law.
A drudge of decades have clogged our arteries,
Yet no matter what occurred, what we have become,
When we see again his feint, his sheer artistry
Thousands of us are instantaneously made young.