If ever there were an election awash in money, this is it. Fortunately, in a political version of El Niño, most of the national TV ads seem to be passing north of us. Here in the Land of Enchantment these battles are fought in our front lawns.
Jules is the founder of Jules' Poetry Playhouse in the Factory on 5 Art Space where there are poetry movie nights, special guest readings and tributes and other playful, creative writing things happening.
Someone Stole My Obama Sign
Who did this? A tourist?
Left the metal frame, took the plastic sign
from my front yard in Old Town Albuquerque.
Was it an upset Catholic? Days before there were groups
of trampling, flag-carrying anti-abortion demonstrators
in Tiguex Park. Hispanics? Blacks? Whites? Agree to
disagree but don’t take my sign. Put up your own damn sign.
You take, take, take but don’t know how to give. Cuts and cuts
and seize with greed and leave an empty frame.
Vacant, the space is still there.
Another sign will go up.
This time on my balcony, out of reach.
I already voted. No matter what candidate wins, my
sign will be here. The moon still shines full and low
over the mountains. No one can take that away.
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