If I was in college today, with the same longing for peace and equality I had then and have now, I’d be in a tent protesting the slaughter of 34,000 women and children by a country with limitless weapons of war. In fact, I did.

Recent polls suggest half the country may vote against their own self-interests in November. The self-sabotage is head-turning: Christians who defend Donald Trump’s debauchery, poor people who give their money to a billionaire with rotating Ponzi schemes, and pensioners who don’t understand that tax cuts for the 1% threaten their own entitlements.

Recently Happening OUT Travel (happeningout.travel), a travel club serving the LGBT community, advertised a series of travel packages that promises to take the queer traveler to some interesting places: Gay Days at Munich Oktoberfest, Medellin Pride, and 2025 World Pride in Washington DC.

During the recent Wilton Manors Commission workshop April 9 on Public Art, a poem I wrote, “The Bunny On Wilton Drive,” was read to the audience by Commissioner Don D'Arminio. And now, I share it with you.