Leading Las Vegas
Squared off, planted, ready to move.
Barack chants his story again,
And they, we, I cheer him.
Fervor for change, not commodity.
We leap on his train of hope.
Back at the Orleans Hotel, huge block
Of rooms and rink and bowling alleys,
I see families, kids and coaches
Hunting a happy thrill or a victory,
Pursuing their modern dream.
On both sides of us, sad-eyed figures
Fix on spinning icons, push buttons,
Pray for pay-out, still believing
That their change is bound to come.
We are America, meeting by chance
In this most artificial of artificial places,
Passing each other without intersection.
One rainbow. Wise gold. Fool’s gold.
Can any pot melt us?
1/21/2008
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Interesting viewpoint on the election results. I think we are moving in a positive direction - united and looking to remedy what can be.
Thought-provoking write.
Thank you, ~Donna.