Oklahoma, I Think

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the weight hit me again
Anne Frank at the Jersey Shore!
something out there on the Oklahoma plains
swept the idea back at me

a sister to last summer's recognition
our institutions
no longer reach
down to their foundations;

in a sense, they never did
our aspirations kept them aflight

slowly, piecemeal
the Emperor's regalia,
buttressed it when
someone's support walked out.

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The President at the oval seat, taking care of business. Already he could tell that this would be his greatest achievement. This, ONLY, was HIS. He stood up, proud, and called over a Secret Service agent to look at his prize. Chagrined and misunderstanding the agent flushed it away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Knocking back some cobwebs, I found a copy of Columbia Poetry Review in which I had written this poem down. I can recall composing it as I drove across Oklahoma a few years back but I hadn't remembered writing it down.  I think I had jotted it down quickly in order to polish it later on but I must have forgotten it. Anyway, here it is, as is.

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