Tara Menon
Eve of the Presidential Inauguration
Dusk is setting
on the eve of the presidential inauguration.
There hasn’t been such a transition
from evil to good
in this century.
The earth heaves,
expelling some of the clogged evil
trapped under the ozone.
The man who was born
to defeat Trump will ascend.
Millions hold their breaths,
praying he will be safe.
—Submitted on 01/19/2021
Tara Menon‘s poems have appeared in Emrys Online Journal, Rigorous, Infection House, The Inquisitive Eater, The Tiger Moth Review, and other journals, as well as in the anthology Art in the Time of Covid-19 (San Fedele Press, 2020). She has also published fiction, book reviews, and essays in numerous journals including Many Mountains Moving, The Kenyon Review, Parabola, and India New England. Menon, an Indian-American, lives in Lexington, Mass.
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