Anew and whistle the hummingbirds flirt with flowers.
Rain and thistle a stream colors earthen stones.
A mist floats over a meadow of a variety of green.

Shudder and blink thunder pounds your door.
Rain stings your skin.

You stay in your car to vote.

A totem pole pleads your stay. Yet, you pack your bag and hit the road. Count your steps your being watched.

The above poem, is about a thought on today’s climate of political and economical situation.