Poem: Waking Up With The Blue State Blues

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

This article appears in December 2016.