(January 20, 2009)


The sky came up like pewter,

plating red rooftops

down the long stepped drop

to the River, the Basin, the



I remember how silent

that hush when the moment

came; then later a

stiff raw wind flapping

old papers and news

across the Mall.  And

the slim figure poised

unsmiling, suddenly somber:

aware what galactic masses

settled on his head.

Version first published in District Lines:  An Anthology (Vol. II), Summer 2014