in this, the 2nd largest city in America
a strange peace rocks these urban canyons
there are no magnificent fireworks
to scratch the sky with celebration
no uplifting fanfare to name our
no heroic confetti to rain down
on some grand parade marching
beneath the triumphant arch of this
where headlines hang in the balance
of an odd detente
and an unfathomable fog swallows us all
as we emerge from opposite ends of history
asking ourselves red, white or blue
who are you America?
Who are we now?
November 8, 2016