I found this perfect moisturizer
apply at nighttime to my face
it’s light, and white and silky
quite frankly, a saving grace.
Calming, smoothing my aging skin
winter’s dry air turns to diabase;
all evidence of elasticity
this season’s brutal wind has displaced.
As I smooth this lotion on my skin
I feel immediate relief
and think about how nice it’d be
if so easily our country could soothe away its grief
How I’ve found this magic elixir
stealing my discomfort like a thief,
could a healing balm quiet our country’s soul
turning hope in good to solid and sturdy belief?
A Picture and a Poem 