Washington's Tears

June 26, 2012
by one
by one by one
by far too many
slopes of stone and steel
fill the sheltered basin.
They defile broken gravel,
and eclipse the illuminated pools of stilled water,
while out into space,
they stretch until disappearing from sight,
like an airplane shrinking
smaller and smaller
before devoured by the hungry horizon.
A maze of names
turns to a graveyard of family
and lovers,
whose eyes witnessed their final blast,
and a decade later,
their bones are nothing more than tree limbs,
in dusk’s fragile gale.

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kate_anne said...
Jan. 4, 2013 at 2:01 pm
It's kind of difficult to read. Like midway through I felt like I could have stopped and been ok with the rest of my life.
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