day of the broom

without aversion we escape the dark

yet one more time and bring from the hard past

much more than hope a sense that at long last

it has become our turn now to embark

for the clean realm where choices are not stark

and where the normal soul won't stand aghast

at sight of change the chance has come so fast

but we have met it with a rising spark

the clouds will clear after a gentle rain

on fresher sights than have been here before

so we will get the chance to start our run

upon a path that for a time is plain

in a new age where we've been told the score

beneath what seems to be a smiling sun