The 1950's.

People who once lived

Here

Staggered everywhere they went. They staggered on

Their way to privilege, and they staggered on their way to abuse it.

They staggered to be drunk for the light,

Inventing mementos like iced tea, and the notion of afternoon--

All diversionary tactics.

And maybe once in a while still and alone one said to another:

"My love must be a kind of blind love."