The white water of humanity
tumbling past my post
excites me
even on the
bank of the flow
bouncing over one another
splashing—
every shade and shape
goes past, swift as
fallen aspen leaves,
voices moving in a foaming roar
all on the way
to some cascading caucus
or some stillwater ballroom
filling a pool of people
awaiting the canyon crowd
of closing plenary—
the rising roar of consensus.
5-14-05
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