A lead blanket is lifting off my chest.

Valves relax in my heart.

My stomach is easing up on the jitters.

That bitter four-year taste is dissolving from my tongue.

Celebratory car horns are circling through Hillcrest where I live.

There is dancing in the streets, cheers rising like rock & roll
bird riffs.

I perch on my patio and ponder what new flight paths await
the country.

This is Joe & Kamala Day

November 7, 2020

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