where to swerve is to show cowardice
to be swift is to move quickly
to sleep is to slumber
the legion is the Army as a whole
to be ardent is to be nobly enthusiastic
where fate means death
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Saturday, April 16, 2016
Election Day
Election Day
warm day for march
church site for a polling place
line of people an hour long
standing on a foot that aches
from a tumble off a curb with a heavy briefcase
that was stuffed with things for the after-school group:
a CD player so they could hear Porky Cohen
or maybe Ellington playing in a ragtime mood.
Waiting in an hour long line while an official looking
like Obama hands me a flyer with
Brenda Howerton's picture on it
Brenda Howerton
who are you and do you deserve my vote
Mukuk's poems and memories of the
Johnny Mercer pier
keep me company
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