November 3rd

The sun rose on a new day today.

Here’s hoping it illuminates a new path tomorrow.

One that has been hidden underneath the pile of

dead leaves from the last four years.

Remnants of the branches of democracy

Executive. Legislative. Judicial.

Where’s the branch of the people?

All morning I’ve been searching for the words to say.

I knew it would involve leaves.

I don’t know why.

Except maybe that they’re symbolic of change

of shedding the past to make room for the future.

Or maybe it’s because they’re scattered through my yard

polluting my grass and my sinuses and my thoughts.

Maybe then, this is actually a poem about leaves.

Or sinuses.

No, no it’s definitely a poem about thoughts.

Election day thoughts.

The only words coming to mind

Vote. Oh my god, please vote.

by Adair-Hayes Brown