not talking about politics

the politics in this country has come to such we decide not to talk about it.  a conversation best left unsaid.  we both know the condition of the roads and there is no one and everyone to blame.  now the elections are over, the tellies are beginning to show other things of interest; though a nationwide comedian still banters and makes satire in his primetime show.  you like this, of course.  and basketball, too.  in this country of basketball seasons and soap opera series.  a lost child always seeking to reunite with the lost parent, or the other way around.  in the meantime, the drama.  a masochist nation's form of entertainment.  little wonder the state of the nation.  these, among others, we agree not to disagree.  

nights, i walk with the dogs and watch the halved melon moon.   you call from the doorstep.  we share the couch in the dimmed living room.  i play jazz.  and in bed you tell me i am a stranger without roots.