Election Day

Matters of such great gravity…
Winter sun glows yellow through leaves
as trees, firm and fixed
forage through photons for food.

I stand in the queue with Billy Collins,
and he tells me about foreign policies
I’d forgotten; these are important too.
He also reminds me of his birthday.

The flash of white under the black swan’s wing,
ducks’ derrieres hefted heavenward.
The cool contrast of wood and water, as if
from a distant place in childhood –

Matters of such great gravity…

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