I heard silence. Fifteen of them.
We had gone to Disneyland on June 3rd.
We had gone to Mailibu, or San Diego
to swim that morning on the 4th
with the Kennedys.
And the night sky said one thing simply,
what did it sound like?
It sounded like the prize in a Cracker Jack Box,
at a baseball game.
It sounded like rain without an umbrela.
It sounded like a Marchant Calculator.
And an old spy Novel. And a baby crying.
It sounded like getting McMugged on the way down
the street. It sounded like a breath getting punched.
And it sounded like being alone.
Yes, she said being alone.
September 