Moving on Election Day,
not the best of omens you’d
suggest – there will be change,
Nothing’s less for granted than
refined nuance in something new,
a scent’s inflection fused with
Well fermented brouhaha
and how-de-do; but there
within the empty rooms an
Aura grows, pots and pans and
folded clothes, cups and saucers,
cutlery – one could suppose
It’s less the old and more the new
in views as vistas clearly etched
expectantly in scenes as yet
Unveiled – with graciousness we’ll
see these dreams prevail to aptly
claim this precious space
© 24 March 2012, I. D. Carswell
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