This week, we'll get a new president here in the United States of America. All of our problems won't just disappear. That's not the way these kinds of problems work. Still, it is surreal to finally reach this week. We have been inside of this slowly expanding mushroom cloud for so long, it can be hard to remember what it was like to have a president who knows, at the bare minimum, how to behave. As much as we surely have yet to face, it feels like we're waking up in the aftermath of something. It's time to survey the damage.
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In the morning
All the ash swirls around
Everybody
Jumps at any sound
Stroke of high noon
Walk out on the land
Sun above us
Fall down on our hands
Fading twilight
Flicker way out there
Twisting toward it
Clawing on the air