Poems of a Young Man: “International Cityscape”


A mantra of colonnades


In the blistering wet sun


Long reflecting pool


Gnats and jets

Coming in again for a landing


Sunny faces of happy families

Hand-in-hand on an afternoon stroll

Through protective arbors of

Cool cool green footsteps




Foreign accents

American dialects

That seem almost foreign

To west coast ears


Up the stairs and there it is

That famous memorial

A giant made of stone

I turn to see where I came from

A pointed white monolith of hope


Again and again

The serenity shattered

By screaming sirens

And the roaring of jumbo jets-

only to be rebuilt again.


Washington D.C.

In the Land of the Free.


 (7 – 4 – 78)

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