After The Election

The television finally is mute.

Pundits and pollsters, vanquished

And victors fade from the screen.

Somewhere in Tucson or west Texas

A cherry tree applauds in a warm

Autumn breeze and bursts its fat fruit.

The sidewalk below opens

Its arms, smiling for the first time

In weeks as purplish juice and future

Trees carried in hard tiny pits

Land on its lap. We all

Begin to breathe easy again

At such sweet saturation, this

Completely non-partisan gift.