And there’s Sidney Poitier on the bulldozer
or carrying in a box of groceries or angry

at a white woman ‘I’m through feeling small’
‘you get yourself another boy’

in the sense that not to be someone’s ‘boy’
is the true pivot of American sublimity

exceptionalistically speaking
so when I look at Obama (and who today

isn’t?) I see Sidney’s traveling architect
Homer Smith again in ancient 1963

the modern fairy tale beginning wherein
color is never referenced as a problem

and that last shot of him
driving away proud free and smiling.