Driving to work, at strategic intersections, or maybe just randomly chosen corners, the latest political candidates have been speaking into megaphones, sharing their campaign promises with whomever is willing to listen.
It always surprises me, this style of politics, where people actually make themselves seen, where they stand in the hot sun, the strong wind and heavy rains smiling and waving to each passerby.
Where do they go after the elections? What do they go on to do, both the winners and the losers?
I wonder.
(1)
on the corner
as politicians campaign
pigeons look for bread
(2)
out to lunch
the man in the fountain
washing his feet
(3)
early summer nights
the smell of tobacco
an old love affair
(4)
how strange it sounds
the music of my youth
here and now
(5)
shhhh …
the wind says
shhhh …
(6)
piercing the darkness
hydrangeas
in the moonlight
(7)
as the sun comes up
I hear the call
to go home
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