THE WAVER GOES OUTSIDE, OATMEAL IN HAND
Yes, it was lovely outside. How could I possibly stay indoors?
Walking down the street, I waved at one man, who waved back.
Dried crunchy leaves were mourning the election in silence.
Peeked at Bob across the street's Inquirer, then felt contaminated.
Good Lord, we are all spooked.
Meanwhile, life goes on.
EVERY VOTER
Every voter thinks the worst has happened
We hate the other with a ferocity unknown
Love's a good word, too,
The more folks you love
The stronger your heart.
Sister Maria of Cranaleith Spiritual Center and our Carly Brown.
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