before kennedy was shot, well before
the first moon
landing.
the war
just getting started
in southeast asia.
my father built a fall out shelter
in the back yard
so that when the commies
sent their missiles.
our way, we had a place
to go, to hide, to stay alive,
to pray.
the world was about to be
destroyed in a few hours,
what took God
seven days to make.
my father stocked it with
canned beans. powdered milk.
boxes of indestructible foods.
we'd go down there
sometimes, for a dry run.
he'd put a record on,
chubby checker,
and we'd dance,
doing the peppermint twist,
twisting the night away.
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