Poem: Waking Up With The Blue State Blues | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

Waking up with the Blue State Blues

America! How
could you? I thought I lived in
another country.

Prayer will, I'm hopeful, help.
Shall we watch the world spin out?

No. I'll put my weird
shoulder to the wheel, push my
own looming boulder

Up my own personal mountain.
With malice toward none, and...

—Frank Boyer

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