Sweet Jesus. Ralph had a poem written for his inauguration! But it sure wasn't Robert Frost opening for JFK.
Considering what Mayor Ralph faces in dealing with developers, maybe T. S. Eliott's "Wasteland" would have been more appropriate -- or at least, a little humor from Ogden Nash who specialized in "the minor idiocies of humanity," to kick his term off.

Here's Nash's "A Caution to Everybody"
Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.

Instead, Monday we got the same old pioneer crap.
Maybe the poet laureate hasn't noticed, but the valley's not "green and gold" anymore. It's more a grey poupon shade of inversion haze.
The only line of the poem, "Who knew where we would end?" (was that a Carpenters song?), that rang true was: "Full of ourselves, and dizzy."