Pre-election Jitters

I listened: 
	This is a time of fountains,
		of babbling brooks, of rushing rivers.
I watched:
	the full moon and clouds,
		on the holy sea.
I felt:
	Fog.

For today: predictions.
For tomorrow: a prophesy.
	Bright morning star,
	Great eastern sun.

Today I went canvassing door to door.
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