There was more success
on the third or fourth try,
less perpetual failure, which
didn’t sit in your stomach,
curdling, months later.
There was more appreciation;
a hallmark moment must’ve stood in
for the expletive carved on the desk
at curtain call.
The plot took a decidedly majestic rise
followed by a believable fall,
and sure, the conflict was awful,
but it was soon to be resolved
in April--no crisis was supposed
that could counfound
such a beautiful arc
in March.


And the stupidity on your part,
of halfway believing the trope,
felt more like hope.

01/30/2010

Author's Note: Not about Barack Obama, though I sympathize.

Posted on 01/30/2010
Copyright © 2010 Jesse Chapman