Trumpet

That was the day I woke

to the still-dark news

that we had chosen a bad

leader. I say “we”

but it didn’t feel like us,

though it was; it was our

process, our divided land.

It showed me who we were

right then, what we had become

in our selfishness and greed,

and how I had played along

by buying plastic toys

for my kids, going to superhero

movies, and doing nothing

else but vote. The trumpet

shouted out of key, it squeaked

and sweated, was out of step

with the band, and I could not

watch or listen. But by then

I had changed, and now I talk

to my neighbors, and they vote

for me—to do small things

for local people, and to keep

them informed, and together

we elected a better leader,

a human with compassion

who will make mistakes, try

hard, and fix things that can

be fixed, with dignity and hope.

— Babs

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  1. Thank you for doing more than lament that day and the following 4 years, thank you for taking action. Your writing brought back a very visceral memory etched forever in my mind of that fateful day after the election. May we never, ever experience that again.

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    1. Thanks for reading and commenting! I just turned in my petition to run again (for small party office that helps other candidates as well as the precinct residents), and will march in the St. Patrick's Day Parade in support of a county board candidate. Every little bit helps!

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