It’s that time of year
When bright October
Gives way to gray November.
When the last of summer’s sun
Fades into winter’s grip.
I feel the river’s pull —
The last fish caught,
The trees’ bright leaves
Reflecting on the water.
A continuum, of shapes and colors
From bank to water to bottom and back up.
The surface by some miracle intact.
There will always be October
On the Battenkill.
October 21, 2017
(By my friend Gwen Lowenheim)
The buildings go up
Yet there’s no place to live
There’s always reasons
For the graves they dig
(My friend Lois Holzman posted these lines from the Turkish poet and activist Nazim Hikmet on Facebook)
Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example—
I mean without looking for something beyond and above […]
49 years since the Tet offensive
And the murders of King and Kennedy.
The Ken Burns documentary
Reopens old wounds.
For anti-war activists, veterans
And the many who became both
The conflict was brutal and absurd.
How could our “leaders” so mislead?
Dishonestly seeking political and moral cover
While sending 57,000 American boys to die.
Killing hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese.
I’ve been to Vietnam.
Not then, but a few years ago.
I had to see first-hand people
Who defied the calculation that the infliction of pain
From airplanes and helicopters
Will bring surrender.
On camera they express a quiet pride in their victory,
Pain at their fallen comrades and ravaged land.
Some sympathy for the American boys who died.
And an acceptance that does not diminish
Their embrace of what they accomplished