by Alison

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Suddenly my state

is filled with Republicans -

Oh, the primaries!

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I wonder which one

will win the nomination?

I am “Undeclared”.

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An Undeclared is

our version of an Indy.

We wait, watch and wait.

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We also wait for

snow, teasing us by falling

and melting away.

..

Instead we feel spring

in January, oh joy!

The debate heats up.

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The night brings the cold

but when we wake I hope

we vote… moderate.

by Alison

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Philly then New York,

Arizona, Alaska

and Argentina.

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Now it’s New Hampshire

and my home is everywhere

and nowhere at once.

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This bright green landscape

blurry with the pounding rain -

“I’m Coming Home” plays.

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I miss everyone,

I miss everywhere even

the place I’m standing.

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My neighbor’s red roof

these puffs of Hydrangea -

Oh, how familiar!

by Alison

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Merry Christmas to You and Your Family in all it’s Infite Shapes and Forms!

Merry Christmas to You and Your Family!

when I was a girl

it was only minutes to

drive to Grandma’s house

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now I have a girl -

planes, trains and automobiles

is the way it works

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from Pennsylvania

now grandma’s in Florida

sister lives down south

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we live out our dreams

up north in New Hampshire but

something is missing

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still we are happy

to raise our girl amongst trees

ocean, farms and fields

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Whatever form your

family takes I wish you

a Merry Christmas!

by Alison

like a city girl

I run home with my puppy

as bats swoop above

by Alison

Independents chat

with Dems and Repubs at a

Granite State potluck

by Alison

each morning I look

at my neighbor’s farm and think

of Andrew Wyeth