I can’t escape, but can reflect.
Election Day Fears (A Villanelle)
The evening news is full of doom and gloom.
Our country may be coming to an end.
Each founding father bestirs in his tomb.
It doesn’t help to sit around and fume
And get disturbed by the latest trend.
The evening news is full of doom and gloom.
My rising angst pervades the living room
As I think what does that report portend?
Each founding father bestirs in his tomb.
A new forecast shows up. My spirits bloom,
But I need be careful and not pretend.
The evening news is full of doom and gloom.
It is much, much too early to presume
Lest in the next moment my hopes upend.
Each founding father bestirs in his tomb.
Tomorrow I will not have to assume
What kind of future lies around the bend.
The evening news is full of doom and gloom.
Each founding father bestirs in his tomb.