Peripatetic Mr. President

After the magic 8,
He disappeared to an open field
Like all presidents that came before
Waiting for his entourage to close the gap

No one showed
A vehicle reserved for shadow presidents
led its fading rear lights into the dark

Peripatetic Mr. President was all alone now
A girl skipped a pebble his way
The sun was setting and releasing pink ink onto the horizon

Mr. President used only two fingers to lift the pebble from asphalt
He placed it in the center of the sun
Watching it disappear into a dying pink portal
In a way that was a triumph

So, without further pomp
He walked down the street to a new life

Triumph

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