Thoughts on November 22nd
Today seems a bit misplaced
Birds sing as if it were April
The warm breeze is also confused
It blows in memories of beginnings
Not the measured times of approaching snow
Birds sing as if it were April
The warm breeze is also confused
It blows in memories of beginnings
Not the measured times of approaching snow
The sun is irreverently warm
It wantonly disregards November
Everything conspires
Subversively suggesting
And in no way remorseful they say
Look! Dance! Sing!
Forget the approaching winter
Live today
As if it were
Forever Spring
dg
11/22
For JFK
Who is forever young and hopeful
In our memory
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