Maybe It Can Wait

Compromise, the rebel Senators say, as they hide behind words and cave on their demands. I am not a racist, the Republican candidate for the Senate says, as he crafts his words carefully to try to cover his tracks. The media have not covered the full report, the spokesman says on the one hand, as they refuse to declassify it on the other. It's the economy, the Democrats say, as they tuck their tails and slink into a familiar, safe but increasingly small corner.

I like your writing lately, she said. At least you're not sounding furious.

But furious I could be with an opening paragraph like that. Now then...

In the front yard by the curb, a volunteer Blackfoot Daisy (Melanpodium leucanthium) has begun to bloom between two clumps of wispy grass. By the stone walkway, the White Rain Lily (Zephyranthes candida) has come back after being gone so long. And by the bench. Oh, by the bench, the Purple Trailing Lantana (Lantana montevidensis) is abloom , filling the yard with an intoxicating sweetness, celebrating the 1/8" rain we had the other day.

Furious, yes. But maybe it can wait. (That's what they're depending on, after all, the senators and candidates and spokesmen and insiders. That's what they're hoping for.) Maybe it can wait a little while longer.

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