Poem: Bobby
 
 
Bobby
 
 
A man sitting with his daughter.
They haven't seen each other
for a long time.
 
He is balding, gray,
wearing sandals.
 
She's a teen,
with a designer purse.
 
He lives in California.
She lives in the Midwest, somewhere.
 
He asks:
"What do you do in the summer?"
 
"Nothing."
She answers.
 
"I saw a movie."
She says.
 
"Bobby.  About Bobby Kennedy."
She says.
 
He stares.
 
He's gone.
 
Back to the Midwest,
I think.
 
 
June 28, 2007