Love field
November 22, 1963
First, a black mark in the sky,
a speck that grows
into a plane widening,
dramatically circling
before it touches
a gray strip of land
designed for its landing.
Then the players descend
the wheeled stair
to the stage
for the cameras,
our collective eye:
first her, then him,
as is custom,
and their entourage
trailing behind,
those who believe
the world is young
and the future spreads
out like geography.