Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Election Night: a poem


On the election night,
I was in a place where 
there were no news vans
or reporters or big crowds.

I was at the Rialto Cafe,
in my hometown, listening
to a young veteran talk about
why he ran for city council.

He was not well-funded.
He did not have important
political endorsements.
He was just a guy who cared.


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