November Third

I didn’t write this on November 3rd,
but I sure had Election Day in mind
(4 dozen months so tragic and absurd
have trained my expectation, and refined
my wishes to a color and a word
for oceanic move, for humankind).
The coming turbulence will not be balmy –
we crave and need a wave of blue tsunami.

(Ottava Rima)

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