On Election Day

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Fran Skiles

We retreat now
to our native caves
to await the judgment
our single solitary ballot
added to the vast sea
of the national will
Now we retreat

Across a fence
the neighbor pulls`
down window shades
so as not to be observed
Last week we shared
a beer talked boats
A fence across

He never stuck
his Trump sign up
in front of his house
tho I saw it in his garage
as he saw my Hillary
poster out in mine
Stuck we never

Still we know
we see the world
through altered eyes
We’re of different tribes
not simply by ballot
but by our birth
Know we still

” . . . we are blessed with native eyes
and forgotten tongues . . .” ~ John Dofflemyer


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to On Election Day

  1. I think I could see your sign from here


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