Thursday, November 27, 2014

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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