The dawn after
the USA’s economic downgrading
seemed darker than usual
and what I first saw on the asphalt road
were occasional mud puddles
being the first to take on the light
that the sky seemed reluctant to offer.

The puddles became less distinct
as I walked along
and I took in other sights.
Though I walked on a level road
I  walked downhill

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