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.
as politicians campaign
pigeons look for bread
the man in the fountain
washing his feet
the smell of tobacco
an old love affair
the music of my youth
here and now
the wind says
shhhh …
hydrangeas
in the moonlight
I hear the call
to go home
