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November Comes by Doug Rawlings

Published on: November 5, 2018

Filed Under: Featured, Poet's Corner, Veterans & Families

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November comes on to me like a C-130
slinking into Dover Air Force base
laden with tin caskets
draped in red, white, and blue

I know, I know
I should just
let it be

Okay.
I can still do this:
push my shopping cart down
the local IGA’s aisles
pick up cheese and wines and crackers
while avoiding aluminum cans
like the plague
pay the cashier
smile at the bagger
push the cart out into the parking lot
neatly place everything I just bought

into the dumpster out back

light up a smoke
relax

Sure, sure,
you want me to join in
on your celebrations
bless our bounty
accept your thanks
for my service
as if I were some Pilgrim
come home to receive your grace

It is November, you say, and we set aside
a day just for you to wrap up war
with the dissonance of fife and drum
and bagpipes blaring down main street

as if we can all finally dance
to the same tune

Sorry about that

My dancing days are long gone
I’d rather skate across the pond alone

I have more faith in ice

Doug Rawlings

2 Responses to November Comes by Doug Rawlings

  1. Elizabeth Cooke says:

    Doug Rawlings always finds the slice of truth in the small moment…the irony of his last line tells his dark truth. I thank him.

  2. Thank you very much for sharing your moving poem, Doug! It bears re-publishing one November after another. I read it before, but somehow needed to hear it again!

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