With next week marking the 50th.
Anniversary on the 22nd. Of the Assassination of John F.
Kennedy. The watershed event of most baby boomers I thought I would
share a sonnet I wrote in High School.
I plan next week to also share a paper
I wrote about Kennedy from Prescott College.
THE CARDINAL
The Cardinal in Red a
complex man.
Drones across the grave
his nasal tears.
Speaking the words
distilled two thousand years.
Does as he always does the
best he can.
Do you remember how it
all began.
Our understanding flags
there's no such plan.
And thus we've had
commissions talks and books.
And tried to make an
elegance of grief.
We've tried
interpretations on for size,
But cried inside recalling
boyish looks.
Though young, though old,
its shaken our belief.
Forget we can't, I still
recall his eyes.
