by Stephen Jones
Memorial Day — the unofficial
Start to summer. For many,
The sandy ritual at the beach;
For others, a pause to remember.
For me? I collect thoughts too —
Randomly, like shagging flies —
And I finally put away
All the winter clothes.
And I may self-indulge —
A Rasputin of the fridge.
One thing is certain:
I always watch a game.
It may sound disrespectful,
To be so hedonistic, but
During the seventh inning stretch
“God Bless America” popped up
And I caught a thought —
It curved to where I sat:
I only get to do this because
Of what someone did for me.