That Day
that day*
two score and ten
business men in leisure suits,
grandmothers with grey handkerchiefed hair
and adolescents in gaudy glasses,
girls wearing bouffants and sweaters,
the boys maybe ducktails with Pomade
all wrinkling their faces in disbelief -
profound grief that it could be -
As the week ends on the blackest Friday
they watch stoic Jackie stand with Lyndon
as visions of Camelot dance out of their heads
the gritty grim speculation roosts
over a looong black-n-white weekend
of caissons and long drum rolls
and a belief that it'll never
be the same - really, it never was
© Goode Guy 2013-11-16
*1963-11-22
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