Deja Vu Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

After the first read I thought,
I'm turning senile
as when with the golf swing
the whole of this affair zooming
past my brain.

Then I read it again, thinking!
Think this deeply through,
imagine yourself in that place
and suddenly the thinking clarified
and I saw a memorial

upon a grassy knoll
with a dozen soldiers firing
a 21-gun salute
with that young blond thing standing
next drowning her love in tears.

I think that's quite a poem.
I mean yours.
It triggered in my memory a somewhat
similar scene observed some years ago
in Arlington National Cemetery.

Now I may be quite off then blame it
on my senility.