Barack Obama.

For the first time
and certainly not the last

I am proud to be American.

what might you?

these shoes

and i take off my hat to cry
for people i will only know
when my time comes

keep the window open
because nighttime is when
youthless men come flying as ballasts
i balance this

on the end of a pin
where the name of a cloud is inscribed,
sans mensonges.

as the music fades
we may have to wake to
a dawn less conquered
and a soul less seen than
emboldened by ray
and hand of morning.