A Letter To Barack Hussein Obama
I saw you live on the Facebook portal today.
How we are not is the intention as we see
An Adam’s apple in gracious mode
in graceful absence of becoming.
We let you be, and it is still.
An ocean surge within every mode of “I second
you”
As the clock dials with three slender hands
with the ticking band width of an enormous
resonance
A speaker, and a speech and a witnessing door
in gathering morn, in gathering chorus, along the
seashore.
It was the IOWA victory speech, and I still ponder,
Should they initial IA, as we bless that God will
know,
I still find a silent line, as these three hands are
calm,calmer with the L for any fallible kind. None.
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