Motorcade in Middlebury
The least I can do is wave
to the Vice-President’s motorcade,
his shaded men. No one knew
he’d be driving through, staying
overnight. In the Inn? A B & B?
A donated home. My neighbor says,
What’s he doing here? Slowing
afternoon traffic, stopping to wave.
Although with a few days left in his term,
why wouldn’t he want to practice
becoming one of us again?
In this season.
When the leaves are touted
never to have turned more
orange and red, flashing their brilliant
yellows. When the roads are clogged
with visiting peepers, citizens-to-be.
Who come with their cameras and rakes,
enough Secret Service to protect
the wind. Isn’t winter biding its time?
Letting the leaves do all they can.
For our leaving Vice-President.
One heartbeat away. One star
on our maple flag.
— Gary Margolis, Cornwall