Someone says, "Look!" and points to what could be a morning star burning through the overcast. But it's not a star. The light grows brighter, closer. It descends.
At the back of the crowd, a man and a woman hunch their shoulders against the damp and clutch at their coats. It bothers them that the crowd is so happy, so eager to see the man who will soon arrive. They hate him. They hate the way that the country has embraced him. She's the president of a company. He's the president of another. He writes letters to the paper. She calls her congressman every week. The letters get printed. The congressman takes the calls. But none of it does any good. No one listens to them, to people like them. No one takes presidents seriously.
"See the airplane, Honey?" a mother says to her child. "That's Air Force One. That's his plane."
black fir and pine trees
before the red clouded sky---
night fills the river
The door to the plane opens, but for a long time no one comes out. Then, without any fanfare, there he is at the top of the steps---the Poet of the United States. He smiles and waves. People cheer. Alone, he descends the steps.
The police try to usher him toward the waiting cars, but he instead strides toward the crowd.
"Mr. Poet!" another voice shouts, "Roses are red, violets are blue, we're glad that the Congress is working with you!"
The Poet laughs. "I appreciate the effort," he says, "but I know you can do better than that." He points at the haiku sign. "That one I like."
The woman holding the haiku whoops. People standing close to her laugh and tell her to hold her sign still so everyone can read it.
"Thank you for coming out today," the Poet says.
"What can we do?" a woman calls out.
"Well I can tell you what I'm going to do while I'm here in Eugene," the Poet says. "I'm going to go to a dance recital. I'm going to listen to people I've never met before. Maybe one of them will tell me something that ought to be in a poem. Then I'm going to walk along the Willamette river and pick blackberries right off the vine. You do still have blackberries, don't you?"