Peter Bushyeager

It’s November and there’s
a steady stream without
stagnation or scum as glitter
resurfaces in the trash mound
political races raise fear
and candidates come clean about
dark money cast into shady corners.

Post riposte.
Blue power suits and long red ties.
Upward movement of mouths
and eyes glowing from carefully aimed light
that sparkles on the stream of words
that doesn’t back up in a fetid pool
and flows almost clear.

–Peter Bushyeager

Poetry