I don't know what that means

I'm just an echo

        Of myself

    My previous self was energetic and confused

Now I'm not so confused

     But I have a lot less energy

            So I run the mill

     Of canned goods

And bakers dozens

    Of memories

Like old tattered sneakers in

     A black and white photo of a kid with black glasses

Squinting in the hot California sun at

 Angel's Camp

And guys with duck tails

     And choppers

Are everywhere

       At the Calaveras Frog Jumping Contest

In 1970