After President Biden’s farewell debate I had a problem. It was evident that Donald Trump would win. I fantasized that he would offer me the post of poet laureate, and I wondered if I would accept. Washington, D.C., is hot and muggy, and it is across the country from my home in Los Angeles. On the other hand, it would be a signal honor to be tapped, and more importantly a chance to partially fulfill a debt not only to my country, but to Mr. Trump and those others who have stood up in its defense.
