After The Election
by Henry Braun
A secret I know about America,
huge and twitching land of rumor
and cloud mountain, goes:
After a dozen years of news
from the press invented there
and speeches for that press, the results
as slow and sure as quicksand
drank all rumormongering down
and left only story, like the villain’s hat,
afloat on the foam.
Thank you, Henry
Thank YOU, Nancy!