In Abeyance

I don’t remember exactly where it started, but I remember when I knew how it would end.

A hint of something in the diction had arrested my attention: “How can I not be encouraged?” Faith in the form of a subject line, of a mass email, fifteen months out from election day. It’s a post-storm summer recess travelogue, all trucks swinging around obstacles en route to town halls in Paris, Palestine, Nacogdoches. An excerpt from Sunday morning warns imploringly: “When you could, you wouldn’t. Now that you want to, you can’t.” More than a tinge saccharine, if you weren’t already sold.
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In Abeyance