Friday, March 22, 2013
On the Banks of the Potomac
On the banks of the Potomac
where nimble-eared scribes
trickle down dew from
rumor's ripe red vine,
eyes bright as cloudless
noon's blast level
reckonings.
On the banks of the Potomac
where sharp coins and sharper
heels sow currency
blooming cluster bombs as
bright-cheeked Cleons strut
in fortune's green
reckoning.
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