the overpass, i slow down to watch
the protesters
wave their
upside down flags,
yelling and screaming
about kings.
it's a cold wet day.
they wave,
they're happy to be out there
in the wind
and rain.
some have brought muffins,
coffee
and chairs.
it's going to be a long day
in Golashes
and rain gear.
it takes
a village
to change the world.
almost all of them are beyond
sixty,
almost all
have white hair.
the blue senior home buses
idle on the side
of the road.
near dark they will all be
going home
and the roads once more
will be clear.
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