d.c.

only seven, and sweat
soaks his collar - he mentions
his high plains district
(11-13)

union station hack,

shaken down by th'inspector,

curses labor day

(11-14)

down from the blue ridge,
finds her in georgetown cafe -
dead leaves in his hair
(11-13)




fresh suit, and he wants
the restaurant's best pumpkin pie -
k street urgency
(11-13)





"team's a steroid bath,
street thugs, white coach, ain't nothin'
red-skinned about it"
(11-13)

the names on the wall,

each connected to a life -

he watches his breath

(11-14)

skillful crowd handling -
he recalls th'day 'f nixon's
inauguration
(11-10)





'ye shall know the truth' -
beltway blizzard, trucker's brakes -
th'truth shall set you free
(11-13)

snow and bitter cold -

he blows in his hands, outside

th'lincoln memorial

(11-14)

brought tractors down to
protest farm bills - dug us out
of a huge blizzard
(11-10)





beltway ramp dharma
wafting smell of impairment,
a cold, hard march rain
(11-13)





tidal basin pinks
on stately monument grays -
history unfolds
(1-13)





samurai display -
with cherries, celebration
'f our relationship
(1-13)