Usually read the newspaper fast,
normally skim through bad news,
linger on comics and puzzles.
But this Memorial Day,
I got caught up in flashed photos
and stories beneath the headlines.
Marines need more burial space.
Veteran’s wrinkled salute,
WWII medals on his lapel.
American flags, in uniform lines,
decorate grave-white tombstones.
Counted among dead this year,
three local high school graduates:
2001, 05, 08,
futures buried in San Diego.
Two-hundred came to commemorate
latest “garden of heroes.”
Column inched down the front-page
reporting “Syria denies killing…”
including 49 children.
I turned the page and saw a floor
lined white with shrouded bodies.
The Jumble today was easy,
a military-themed play on words.
Blondie served spinach to sailor
Popeye. I revived a potted tomato.
Hope I can keep it alive. The sky looks
blue. Later Jim will fire up our barbecue.