THE NATURE OF POLITICS: 4 POEMS
TRANSPARENCY
Only a politician could
borrow a beaver lid
for a photograph
to receive an award
in a roomful of cattlemen,
look good and grin
before he retires
to the California coast.
It’s a lifelong art
to ignore the details,
to wring your hands
with pensive deliberation:
squeezing phrases
to stay in office –
to keep focused and believe
someone else will
implement your indecision.
But only the best
get showers of applause
before leaving the scene
of the accident.