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

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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