Eyes
You were over
The moon when
Obama was elected
Now only moon
Watches you watching
The DNC from
Hereaftersville / need no
Screen no Stevie Wonder
No candidate’s son
To weep unmediated tears
Only form of honesty
That’s left / staged
As mockery this
Morning / to see
Compassion’s blade
In my father’s
Eyes too no static
A kind clarity
Clarion to us who
See in the human
Way / image after
Image all the way
Down like turtles
Holding earth for
You to look
Back from your
Moist eyes I
Miss them all
My Bodhissatva kin
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