Election Day, November, 1884 by Walt Whitman
These stormy gusts and winds
waft precious ships,
Swell’d Washington’s,
Jefferson’s, Lincolin sails.
In August I made this image in Bruges, Belgium.
After a stormy day, the rain stopped,
The dark sky cleared,
Blue sky swept the clouds away.
In a small square men and women danced
the tango among puddled reflections.