It's painful to me,
how long I go without writing here.
I didn't even get in a post-election entry.
But every day my mind and spirit aches for the time
to sit and write,
even the simplest line,
a bad attempt at poetry.
Of course, I'm happy of the outcome,
but like some aging troubadours,
I wonder if we can still do it,
still fulfill the dream. . .
. . . and so we dream. . .
dream on . . .