9 NOVEMBER, 2016 written by Carol Hopkins
The birds outside my window don’t realize Donald Trump
is their President.
They peck for seed placed on concrete walls
that enclose our friend’s porch.
They are oblivious to the walls of this world
and satisfied, even without health insurance.
Millions of dollars have been spent here on houses with a view of the Columbia.
The bluejay having eaten his fill
is lifted by his own wings into hundred foot fir trees.
For him the view is free.