When my words are read
  by the common man

No higher praise could
  any writer ask

The awards and the accolades
  from the intellectual elite

Pale in comparison
  to that man ‘in the street’

When my words are read
  by those ‘salt of the earth’

My spirit is lifted,
  and I’m home from my search

Both steadfast and loyal
  to themselves and to me

No more could I ask for
  —no more could I seek

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the New Hampshire Primary- February 9th, 2016)