OH BEAUTIFUL!
I saw it
while driving up I-25
in the morning traffic
there to the west
below white peaks…
Purple Mountain’s Majesty
rJo Herman
NOVEMBER 22ND
11/22/63
sixth grade
Walker AFB, New Mexico,
walking home for lunch,
one of the Ballard boys rode his bicycle past me
shouted
“Someone shot the President!”
I shouted back,
“Shut up, Jimmy! That isn’t even funny!”
But it was true,
we spent the afternoon school
tv running,
Mr. Fry shushing us…
Walter Cronkite removing his glasses
announcing the President was dead
then the weekend
tv and radio carrying
only news about President Kennedy’s assassination…
Mrs. Kennedy’s blood stained suit; blank, shocked eyes…
black and white images and live tv
the empty boots on the balking riderless horse
the drumming, drumming…
the grinding wheels of the caisson carrying the casket…
Mrs. Kennedy heavily veiled marching behind
my Dad wiping his eyes and blowing his nose,
My Dad crying…
I went to Dallas for work in my thirties, visited the site, stood at the memorial on the grassy knoll, looked up at the windows of the book depository, imagined the cars turning just below those windows, just yards away from the end of the crowds, a broader street, safety…
utter silence and acute heaviness dwells in that place…
the tears of a nation soak its lawn…
To this day it offends me to see young women dressed in pink, red stained suits and pill box hats at Halloween, thinking it clever to dress up like Mrs. Kennedy in her moment of horror…
to hear the press compare other first ladies to Jackie…
No one compares with her style, her grace…
I suppose his death altered our world
yet, very little changed.
HAIL THE CONSTANT FLICKER
A flicker
Sits on the highest branch
Of the tallest willow
In the yard next door
Catching the first rays
Of sun
As each day breaks
With promise
rJo Herman 11/7/15
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