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Waking up, Post-Inauguration

Boarder Collie whimpers
Wanting sunshine lapping
With winter waves on
January shores.

Acidic Liquid billows mildly
Coffee pot grumbles and trickles
Its morning chore.

Patriots the world round carry
Heavy metal duties that burst
Into flame.

One kills a Muslim, another a Christian
Palestinians scream, Jews roar, Americans Rant
All cry for their troubles.

Early light silhouettes ancient alder trees
Eagles and seagulls flaunt themselves
Paper kites swirling over ocean mirrors

Barrow’s Goldeneye bobbles, flecking
Water from its angular tux, watching
Honey illuminate the Chilkat range

A flock of green headed Mallards dips
Deftly beneath – sounds of rain drops
They call each other nasally quacks

A million or more gathered, heaping
Their hopes on the shoulders of a
Slender well spoken man whose words
Billowed through the throngs like a giant
“America’s ready once more.”

White caps are kicked up from a northerly
Wind. Bulbous and fluffy cumulus clouds
Lumber lazily, while thin icy sheets of
Sierra surly bear snow

Tan dead beach grass promises something
New in the months to come

My morning’s nearly over, wrist watch
Beeps on the hour, movement never ending
Change always eminent

I wonder if anyone’s been truly ready
With humanity tethered to its place
Like the white mooring buoy,

Indifferent to the wordless turmoil
And hope threatening to tare loose our
Early morning understanding of the world

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