View
From An Arlington Balcony
A rumpled horizon sets to work
as the sun goes down, dividing my view
Shouldering the rectangle balanced
lightly on the Chesapeake, a slice
of seaboard peeled back on fretting skies
Reagan International resonating
under finger plucked flight paths tuned taut
Head down in a headlong rush, elbow
on this leg cradling all those marbled targets
flowing relieved into the bay
Safe harbor of the sea
Capital dome
dunce hat
radiating
monkey shines
Washington Monument
mending bolted
in a halo brace
Macallen
with ice
beading on
the rail
line up perfectly with a slight shift
to the right, red lights of low flying
helicopters worrying
all bejesus out of a blameless Potomac.
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