The People in the Streets.

I was wondering if it is possible anymore to write poems like Walt Whitman wrote about President Lincoln. I felt like writing a poem to Obama. Weird.

Here's the scene last night at Valencia and 19th. They shut it down to cars and just felt happy together in the street. So many strangers grinned wildly at me. I wandered around my 'hood for a while before I went home to my sleeping kids. Someday the boys might ask me about President Obama's election and I'll remember this happy-lonely night after leaving a party, biking through the celebrating Mission, feeling such stunned relief. I didn't really believe that an honest election was possible in the United States anymore. But it is. 

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