Wesley Willows

At the home for rich old people today
I looked into the common room--2 pm--
there was a huge TV, six feet across,
with a sixty year old movie glowing out:
Judy Garland was singing "Easter Bonnet"
to a sunshiney Fred Astaire.
five or six old women were watching,
their aluminum walkers waiting by their chairs.
They sat completely quiet, absorbed
before that big burning block,
that city of colored noise
to which all their commandeered faculties
were busy feeding life