is your finger still so naked
because I would never marry you?
are your bird wings still flapping for the air
we guzzled out of the sky?
do you remember when the California Grizzly
still roamed in the old-growth mountains,
before the first photographers came
to snap candids of this rolling golden land?
I see your heart ruled in the book
of the newly elected official.
your eyes wander from the the document.
your pen hovers above the page.