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.