Republic, your cool hands On my schoolgirl shoulders. Not sure what allegiances meant Until the vows were held by heart, By memory, by rote, by benign betrothal. Republic, you were mine, I knew Because of Mother's religious pamphlets: Lindsay for Mayor. McGovern for President. How to Register Voters.
Elizabeth Powell is the author of The Republic of Self (New Issues Poetry and Prose, 2001), which was awarded the 2001 New Issues Poetry Prize. She teaches at the University of Vermont and lives in Burlington, Vermont.