Crows

The crows, they understand something

It’s 15 degrees, ice is clogging the Inlet,

and the wind is howling in from the North,

flowing around the buildings downtown

like it’s got somewhere to be

And there are the crows

one to my right doing loops and somersaults

a piece of bread in his claws

one to my left playing “touch the treetop”

holding steady over a branch that could never hold his weight

taps it with his foot and then does a barrel roll

to get away from his buddy

Buddy’s swooping in at high speed

The low winter sun catches him and he glows

Golden black

He catches the branch in his mouth

and swings free to the other side

I am a deeply cynical creature, and one thing that leads me to espouse in politics is the concept of "reversion to the partisan mean."  That is to say, the guys out there talking about putting aside partisanship and making grand "reach-across-the-aisle" gestures really mean "you all should come over to my side" and will, in due course, return to the fold.  See Rubio, Marco - Immigration; Romney, Mitt - Health Insurance Reform; etc.  That being said, I was pleasantly impressed by this op ed by perennial (per-quadrennial?) gubernatorial candidate Bill Walker.  Could this be a sighting of the rare Principled Independent?  Probably not - TANSA, as my calculus teacher used to say (math guy for "there ain't no such animal") - but I'm keeping an open mind.

... and let's face it, just about anything would be better than the sadly cynical and frankly dimwitted "leadership" offered by Commander Zero.  Again, deeply cynical though I am, Zero's morally, ethically, and intellectually bankrupt decision to burnish his "nobody hates that commie black feller what stole the White House more than me" credentials by literally condemning poor people to death was frankly shocking.