A Poem: “Natural Buoyancy”

 

Neither drowning nor

Staying afloat.

 

The polls

Indicate

What the

Elect need.

 

It’s a form of

Mob rule.

 

But at the edge,

Families

Recede

And make due.

 

A breaking point,

Or a shift in the plan?

 

A man can breathe on the prairies.

 

By W.N. Branson

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