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Sitting with the Leader of the Free World
posted Sunday, 27 February 2005
((I don't usually write prose poetry, but, this came to me today so I thought I'd post it.))
Sitting with the leader of the free world one sunny day. The kind of sunny day that makes you forget. Makes you forget and remember, funny that. A day can have such an affect, but it does.
Me and he sat there, not seeing eye to eye. Maybe because we sat side by side, maybe because we respected each other’s space. Maybe just because.
A child of God walks by with her handlers. Leader and I nod in notice. The child nods back, but no one else.
Leader and I watch the birds, he likes to call them ladies. They don’t give us the time of day. Don’t know if they could. Don’t know if they’d care. We watch anyway.
I bid farewell to the leader of the free world. He bids farewell to his imaginary friends. He sits alone on his park bench and bids who he wants what he wants, reality be damned. Who cares what people think of him? He’s the leader of the free world, damn it.
Sitting with the leader of the free world one sunny day. The kind of sunny day that makes you forget. Makes you forget and remember, funny that. A day can have such an affect, but it does.
Me and he sat there, not seeing eye to eye. Maybe because we sat side by side, maybe because we respected each other’s space. Maybe just because.
A child of God walks by with her handlers. Leader and I nod in notice. The child nods back, but no one else.
Leader and I watch the birds, he likes to call them ladies. They don’t give us the time of day. Don’t know if they could. Don’t know if they’d care. We watch anyway.
I bid farewell to the leader of the free world. He bids farewell to his imaginary friends. He sits alone on his park bench and bids who he wants what he wants, reality be damned. Who cares what people think of him? He’s the leader of the free world, damn it.
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