Respite In Spite Of Myself

a poem about retreating in advance of ideas

photo by Callum Hill at Unsplash

A morning crew man suspended by helicopter cables resembles an overhead cow. This woodland retreat no longer features a respite
from political machines. A hired leaf blower rips a two stroke engine
to tidy the off season patio. It’s election eve and the American air is violenced.

Tourists in Adironack chairs turn their necks to follow the arrow straight ducks escaping…