Thoughts . . . by Mark Rich

. . . scribbled . . . scrawled . . . trimmed . . . typewritten . . . grubbed up . . . squeezed from circumstance . . .

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

A Poem for Election Day, November 2022



Hope within me rises like a mist
above our winter chatter.

May it rain like ice
upon our enemies.

May this rising cloud
take on the being which our meeting minds

create: a child of love —
a love which knows that it must hate

unnecessary fire
in even winter time

when all our rising thoughts
may rain betimes like ice.