We’re in Trouble But We Don’t Know What to Do
Camille tips the toothless musician
at the entrance to Fisherman’s Wharf,
stuffs a dollar into his stovepipe hat.
Lingers to compliment his singing.
Remains to join his political rant.
It’s Election Day, folks casting votes
for crooked, crazy, or worse.
She considers it a rigged shell game,
winning pea secretly pocketed
before marks make their choice.
Camille meanders sanctuary trail,
watches harbor seals snooze.
Anchored sailboats cast
against taut, silver bay.
Jennifer Lagier is a reclusive cynic who resides beside the Pacific Ocean with three spoiled dogs and has befriended a small gopher snake.