election thursday poem

election thursday poem
for jonah

it’s my favorite moment
of the day.
light slides out
the edges of evening,
it’s not quite night
not still day
some kind of magic
in between
where something
is still possible.

i round the corners
down the hill
toward you:
and all the miscommunications
misinformation
cancelled campaigns
bad attitudes
of this morning,
the death shadow and
tough talk
and empty stomach
of this afternoon
can’t keep me from singing
along too loud to the radio.

it’s almost
over.
seriously.
all of it.
this song, this day, this election, this life,
really we don’t have much time.
the air is getting heavy
and the street lights are coming on.
but right now
in this instant
i could roll the windows down
and belt whitney’s i wanna dance with somebody,
take that last turn just a bit too fast
to get home to the
somebody
in all the songs, the one
who right now
is noticing the deepening sky
and
putting the porch light on.