Flying Home After Election Day

First I saw a man who wore a baby on his belly like a bright bow,

a midget who carried a dragonfly on his shoulder up a long ramp,

and tourists who clustered before a plate glass window to price homes.  

On the flight back, an attendant collected  
alms  in a white garbage bag. I tossed mine in.

A loud discussion from window and middle seat people
about a bookclub and who elects what to read. 
Once I returned home, my cat tripped me  
until I filled her bowl. She believes in  one thing--
the straight meow.