Fledged from rehab in the naughty nineties,
(while POTUS held US hostage, to assert
his right to the emoluments of office,
without shame, despite blue dress stain),
I laid a foundation for fresh-woken days
during silent morning walks, because
the rhythm of a walk helps un-spool
decades of tapes, and helps exorcise
Demons spawned in pools of poison
spilled from barrels of spirits –
enough to turn this mother’s son
into a souse dumb as dirt.
Mile after mile of mute morning walks
first paid off with the reappearance
of a smile; soon enough those same
muscles remembered how to whistle.
(So what that a new POTUS makes even
the least of his predecessors look good)
as the sun keeps on its westbound track,
somehow – we’ll take our country back.
Dave Read