Tuesday, November 22, 2011

November Twenty-Second

Forty-eight years ago
JFK died.
If you were living then,
You must have cried.

TV ran on and on –
Pink hat and shots;
Oswald and Ruby
Connecting the dots.

Bloodstains on Jackie,
The LBJ pledge;
All of America
Sitting on edge.

John John saluted,
The widow in black.
Innocence ended
And never came back.

Each twenty-second
The month of November,
Those moments flash back
And I pause to remember.

2 comments:

  1. subtle power in the terseness of the meter...

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  2. thanks! that was pretty hard for me to do - not my usual style.

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