After the Election
Flipping through my lists of groceries,
I scramble an hour to pull into Walgreen's
for candles, herbal tea, foccacia, and...
do I have my vintage wine, a cork screw?
My fingers grasp a load of zen-like music
as my van rolls like a wind
under a hammock of stars,
guiding me to a cabin miles, miles away
for a weekend fling with the self…a quiet
revelry of wandering along the grassland—
a craving of my appetence,
while a universe implodes
into one electoral uproar's aftermath.
Posted 11/24/2016
After The Elections Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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