I see a lot
Even when I’m not
Looking at her
not all through
the camera lens
with which I steered
through this odd
landscape,
where I had no business being,
her world, not mine,
even she seems a stranger here,
remote, sad, concerned,
under dressed for the
occasion
most thought might be
black tie,
I look elsewhere each
time
she came into view,
scared I might turn
to stone
or a pillar of salt
yet (I was) aware of where she is,
and her stares back,
and the sense of the
misplaced,
the need for all of
us to play
new roles in this
passion play of politics,
in which people switch sides
so often it is impossible to know
who is loyal to whom
and for how long,
yet, she seems to fit anyway
a humming bird
flitting
from flower to flower
until she finds a
flavor
she likes,
sometimes needing to
sample all the nectar
to see which tastes best
and which wants her
tasting them.
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