The Corvette Stingray had a small political sticker

In the rear window and the license plate simply

Read PRE GOV.  It sat in a prized parking space.

Then I saw him as I rounded the corner – slim,

Groomed, wearing an in-style tapered suit, open

Collared shirt, French cuffs, expensive shoes,

Flashing his bright whites, slapping people on the

Back while not quite looking them in the eye and

Waving goodbye to his affluent political aficionados

And awestruck latte drinkers at the outdoor café

On a late spring, bright and beautiful day in the town

Where he owns a really, really big home on the

Lake that opens to the Big Lake – a town he visits

Periodically when not visiting one of his other homes.

He entered the café, made the rounds quickly and

Exited through the back door and around the corner

From the car.  Minutes later the Corvette sped

Away with a nondescript sedan in pursuit. Some-

One asked someone else, “Didn’t he lose that

Election six years ago?”  Someone else asked, “Is

Reality harder to face if you’re a billionaire?”

Clergy, they all simultaneously thought about

Camels and eyes of needles as the car sped off

To another kind of kingdom.