Knock, Knock: Aquí Estamos, a Quarterly Series
Dear America: Still Counting
Not the deep ermine of New England snow;
not all the diamonds of a Broadway night;
not windblown prairie wheat whose silky flow
of gold I’ve seen you wear, dazzles my sight
as do these homemade picket signs that roar,
COUNT EVERY SINGLE VOTE!
Cleanse what you are:
each of your three million miles and more
stained by injustice, wrongs you fail to right,
torn by fools trusted with your destiny.
Make yourself whole and steady as a star,
wearing these signs of what you mean to be!
Header photo by kangbch, courtesy Pixabay.