Stalemate

Today in Idaho
I saw the Statue of Liberty
Trying to get my attention
At an intersection and
Offering to do some work
On my behalf

She waved her sign
And smiled for passing cars
While the other hand
Held a vanilla ice cream cone

On the heels of
A state of the union address
Where half the room
Turned to stone
Like victims of the
Gorgon’s gaze
It seemed like
An omen
A prognostication
Something imperative
But I could not determine
What any of it meant

Felt like a mixed signal
At best
And as I drove off
I watched that symbol
Turned saleswoman
Get smaller and smaller
In my mirror
Until she may as well
Have never existed at all