One year ago
Trump felt close
but comfortably far away.
Today Trump's opponents
are saying of his actually real actions
in reality
"I told you so"
while former supporters
are claiming "I didn't know"
and Trump is the open secret
and the open wound
that is now
impossible to hide.
As for a year from now
well at least sunlight
is a natural disinfectant
and the possibility of eventual justice
or an least an airing-out
of dirty laundry
is something a little like hope.
This poem © 2017 Emily Cooper.
