Yankee Doodle

Watching the parade
automatically
I mistrust

the clergyman
walking amongst 
a crowd of children
in the parade;

the admiral
speaking of sacrifice 
from the podium;

the policeman
approaching the kids
holding the Puerto Rican flag
on the sidelines;

the politician waving
and shaking hands
along the route.

I’m wrong
to suspect automatically
that nothing is what it seems,
but after all

this is 
an all-American holiday, and I’m
a Yankee Doodle Dandy,

Yankee Doodle
do or die.  I grew up
with an erratic uncle and
I wasn’t born yesterday.

I’m wrong
to automatically suspect
anyone of anything but

isn’t it just as wrong
that mistrust has so often been
well founded, cheapening
my honest Yankee Doodle joy?