| (Inspired by Laura Jensen's poem, where, after voting, she finds herself "in a smokey place, an Algerian café.") |
Pulling the curtains back, an old light greets you
with new strangeness--not that of the black box from which you have emerged
to these strangers, who tabulate your right to.
You submerge again, this time behind
The Daily News, and its cries,
the rise and lull of Dow Jones stock,
or what looks like an old battle,
but newly framed, and far away
in the AP Photo.
Enroute to work,
you glance down at the time:
Buzzards revolve like clockwork
in the mind.
| (South Hadley, 1977; revised, 1990, 2006.) | |
| Published in Pegasus, the Mount Holyoke College literary magazine. |