May 12 by The Running Son
A poem about politicians, and foreign affairs
I see you in digital.
Farther away than my lap-top
that was white, but now
is a blacked-up TV screening pictures
of white knights and foreign affairs
that may not be politically right or pc.
We’ll see if they’re politically fair.
I vote anyways,
even if i could see the whites of your eyes,
what a statesman or life-partner has to say
in the way they’ll say
nothing at times,
words reserved for mind benders
and people in states, and trickster
states of grace
among nations that cannot wait.
Waiting, I look close
for international eyes
to say hello.
by Jim aldrich
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