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Have you forgotten how we listened

to what was not being said.

The sun and the night both shining in Autumn.

Shining upon what is concealed

& beneath the crossroads,

a deeply buried wind

streaming through the empty house.

Dedicated to my (late) brother Larry, whose birthday is 2/22, who cried over his black fish floating belly up, who slipped climbing the crabapple tree & gashed his belly open with a nail. We passed through the cage of black & white TV broadcasting one Friday late into the night and throughout the weekend until a funeral on Monday.

My video poem concerning this event: https://vimeo.com/11304739

I think I found the spiral Xray online a couple of years ago. Of course , neither am I claiming any copyright credit for the photographs of J.F.K.’s funeral. A detail from a still photo of a performer riding a horse in my video poem is also in the mix. I will take some credit for that.