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In the sweat of an election year,
in the fever of political trials and war
and guess after mediocre guess,
I pull into the yard and Daddy’s baling hay.
My nephew shouts after the dog without
an administrative thought
and the goslings in the pasture ponds
have grown beyond their yellow fuzz.
I have bills to pay and some piled up tasks,
but tonight I’ll build a fire.
There are many graves to visit in the coming days.
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Micah Paul Veillon is a writer from Rome, Georgia. He is a recent graduate from Georgia Tech where he studied history, sociology, and philosophy. He is a poet in residence at VoegelinView and his writing has been published in The American Conservative, The European Conservative, and Moonshine & Magnolias, among other publications.

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