No poetry tonight.
I should have written
this morning and not waited
until after the debate.
Sigh.
I admire my candidate's hopeful visions,
but why does everyone have to interrupt?
Even the commentators yell at each other,
as if raising their voices brings insight.
Bullying is now part of the democratic process?
I have little to offer, except
this is not my American Dream.
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| Fall Pond by Jeffrey Stemshorn |
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