A Poem for January Visibility (with apologies to Wallace Stevens)

One must have a passion for politics

To regard the frost and the plow mounds

Of the Arlington Center sidewalks crusted with snow;

And have been a feminist and a Democrat for a long time

To cheerfully hold the Coakley signs shagged with ice,

And wave to motorists in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a car honk,

Which is the sound of a Coakley supporter

Driving by in a warm car

With scarcely a thought

For the campaign volunteers, who listen in the snow,

And, doing their part, contribute

To the success of the candidate who is not there and the shared ideals that are.

Please share widely!

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