In school… Kennedy was shot.
Loudspeakers calmly announce the news,
directing us to go home.
Raking leaves, I ask our neighbor if he knows.
He nods quietly.
At our house. Cronkite, intoning the dark story.
Grim and resolute.
Words go on for hours.
Tears of sadness
A huge void in our world.
We’ll never see that light again.