Dating and appreciating
the mystery of "high" poetry:
of these, I was often "conversating"
as Starwatcher on channel twenty-two on my c.b.
Against these pleasures of my participating,
offended parental authority
was relentless and repetitious in berating:
but they failed to wrest these delights out of me.
My personal Independence Day
was July tenth nineteen seventy-six;
when BlueLevel (shoeless beauty) helped me find my way
to the handle, Starwatcher, which gave my broken life a fix.
Almost fifty years ago, half a century,
that was one of the central events of my autobiography.
Starward*Led