When I Won the Voice of Democracy Contest
I remember how
clean his eyeglasses were.
He took care of himself.
and expected people to
listen when he spoke.
.
With his black,
political, contrasty suit,
scrupulously laundered,
his face was red and
he took large steps.
.
I remember the honor
in his presence,
as if he had some
magical favors
he could grant.
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