Poem: The Cloud (james comey elimination poem)

On the morning of March 30, the President called me. He said a cloud was impairing his ability to act. He asked what we could do To lift the cloud: The cloud was interfering With his hope. I told him I would see, that we would work as quickly as we could. After that, I would await his guidance. I did not hear from the President again.

This article appears in August 2017 Issue.