Sunday, July 8, 2018

day FIVE HUNDRED and THIRTY FIVE

*a quick note.....frequent contributor Thomas. R. Thomas  sent this to me 
and i didn't catch it until now. Still, very timely considering our climate
some 50 years later*

Bobby - June 5, 1968


I remember the night
Bobby got shot

I was watching
the election
that night

too young to vote
old enough to know

I knew his son
was the same
age as me

thirteen was
too young to
carry such a weight

he sat in his
room in Malibu
watching TV

with me
watching with him
fifty miles away

Bobby carried our
hope on his shoulders

and our hope
fell to the floor
as the busboy
helpless
held his hand

and I’ve found
it hard to
trust again

--Thomas R. Thomas

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