Dave Chandler
Pilgrimage
At the 400th door knocked in Wisconsin, the old man says, “At the dairy where I work, half the guys speak Spanish. This isn’t America anymore.”
At the 800th door knocked in Wisconsin, the young father says, “I work for peanuts. I’ll never be able to buy a house. I might as well throw a brick.”
At the 1200th door knocked in Wisconsin, the nervous woman says, “It’s the vaccines! It’s a plot to kill children!”
trudging down
a stony path
marked by false signs
to kiss the bones
of a fraud
About the Author
For years, Dave Chandler has enjoyed reading poetry based on Japanese models. Since his recent retirement from managing social service and economic development programs, he has made writing poetry an avocation. His writing travels with him and his wife, Mary, between the Pilsen neighborhood of Chicago and the Driftless region of Wisconsin.