Where were you when it happened?
Like everyone remembers where they were when John F Kennedy was shot dead
or when 9/11 happened, I made some notes,
That day of Trump’s first indictment –
Wikipedia: 3/30/2023
For JFK my birthday was yet 21 years in the future –
For 9/11 I was a high school junior in US history class, and the teacher rolled a TV in for us to watch the unfolding news live.
No more is remembered….
[pregnant pause]; – recorded brief notes out on a night walk, music blasting in my ears
But first! The groundhog.
The groundhog that appeared on that day before I knew of the charges,
because, you see,
The notes were never formed into a poem, but The Groundhog, typed 3 days later (?), was
Typed all at once into the phone’s Simple Notes app
All in one sitting with the poem We and the yet unpublicized poem Impatience
The Groundhog
What. Is. Up. With. This.
Groundhog?
As I cruise down the hill on a 61 inch lawnmower
It barely budges
Only running off
When I am alongside,
less than 10 feet away
Wikipedia proclaims: the groundhog has excellent hearing and sight
It had to know I was there quite obviously –
Driving slow,
giving it extra space,
expecting it to run
But no.
Appearing on this Trump Arrest Day the First!
3 days later, the mower –
and the groundhog –
yet again!
This time within 3 feet of it
on this ROARING machine
Before moving away,
just a little
Not enough recall on detail to shape notes into a poem if I tried but here they are raw, with [ square bracketed notes added on 9/27/2024 ] :
Mowing
groundhog
Fireworks
Burning wires [?]
Library
Day 7 sober
First walk since so we [since sober date?]
Writers group
Plants
Mexican restaurant, 2nd time in forever
Swap cars
Bat at episcopal church as night falls
Sandman [Netflix series rewatching I think?]
1030pm too many puppies [song by Primus] comes on by itself [on YouTube Music on my phone]
Lost in Mist 