Some Woman’s Son

raindropsThey say it was the year that changed a generation,
the year they met at a diner ordering burgers and fries,
cultivating their righteous discontent and rallying the women:
black, white, asian, and assorted browns and mutts like me,
hetero and lesbian and some trying to figure it out

Hey woman! they greeted a worker cleaning a counter,
little heed to the earnest young man standing ready to serve
On matters of magnitude, Do you see? Do you see?, one rasped,
but most of them didn’t, most of them didn’t see him
………………...some woman’s son
as he filled orders, poker-faced amid their cacophony

©2016, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved