If memory serves, we were let out that day
So all the kids had fun that day.
The details blur with time.

What above all is crystal was the motorcade.
The kids streaming west as if a pipers note was struck.
Throngs of people old and new stood curbside .

My friends and I ran breathlessly to the corner.
Stood there in the moment. I could feel the moment.
but who could know the  tally.

We were let out of school that day.
We  wanted to get a good look.
I saw kids pop in and out of the crowd
Just running alongside. so I figured. me too.

I stepped from the sidewalk and ran up to the car
leisurely rolling north on Central avenue.
He turned as I ran up and looked down. That window to window
moment stays  with me. Still to this day.

I stuck out my right hand he reached with his
just for an instant we crossed over. Then done.
I ran back to the crowd and out to 48th street back to my
game off football. That was all.

The news announced he was shot the next day
That was the end of hope when he killed R.F.K.