I saw his photo,
read his bio. Still don’t get
this Ron Paul man-love.
Ron Paul 2 – what’s the fuss
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I saw his photo,
read his bio. Still don’t get
this Ron Paul man-love.
I forgot to bring
the jade plant inside. One
by one its fat leaves fall.
Fast forward to the
next holiday in the stores.
Retail at light speed.
How can one person
be so excited about
an extra hour’s sleep?
My daughter asks why
I hate Paul Tibbets. He was
just doing his job.
Every year they say
they’re too old, but hit the streets
for that sugar fix.
I answer the door.
Offer kids cooked broccoli
They demand candy.
Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.