From the collection Autumn Opens a Door, published fall 2015. I am posting these poems in alphabetical order and in their season, and it was this poem’s turn. I considered leaving it out in view of our recent painful election, but, I decided to go on. Remember, it was written in 2015…
As I wait at the traffic light
I am confronted by a phalanx
of election signs planted under the signal
crowding each other for my attention.
The election is next week. It strikes me that
there will be many people
with hurt feelings next week
having been defeated
and having to go around and pull up
those hopeful, optimistic signs
now tainted. Well, that’s in the future:
right now each and every one
of those signs is full of
jostle and ballyhoo.
And – I consider this point –
Not everyone in that crowd is going to lose.