The seventies movies

 

In the sepia days the pants traveled
Far and flung in bell shaped bottoms
And the sides burned on hairy faces.
The star’s hands swept an air or two
And at his every bizarre star gesture
Women would swoon in high drama
Eyes fluttering like fresh butterflies.

The pants went yellow and jacket red
In  tinsel romance to dark-lined eyes
That drooped in pretended modesty.
Movies flowed sweetly  to weddings
With no foretaste of  the black gowns.
Motor cycle sputters with chug train
Singing  the brevity of a life in sepia.

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