in rome
on the morrow
sans popcorn and streamers
will pass her motorcade.
hurrah, the sun will shine
reflecting on events . . .
the girl crowned june '53
on the black and white round screen
of our first TV,
i was eight.
texas bill, eleven
ambled prairie grass
to view at a neighbor's;
his uncle said remember.
parliament square, london,
felicitous rosemary, 15
in new dress and first stockings
with mother and tickets
sat covered,
protected from light rain
as the select paraded
into westminster
abbey
and bill said,
last time in rome
2000
her hairdresser used an english dryer
and blew out the electricity
in the quirinale, the president's palace
didn't lose it everyday, all searched
for the circuit box, hidden
behind a portrait, there are many
no one could remember which one
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