An Election Day Reflection
Saturday Afternoon 2/25/2024 12:21
(a poem written during February’s preliminary for May’s Election Day)
I’m sitting in the car
waiting
again
a typical stop
while he talks and talks and talks
we only stopped to early vote ~no lines~
sun shines warm in this cold air
Rav4 my greenhouse, Caribbean blue
I clean out the car trash
notice a bush being windslapped
throwing up a limb
talk to the hand !
as if suddenly offended
I can’t help wondering
if it’s because it is a political hedge
reacting to the lack of lines
and all the fresh gossip
of no one waiting
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