Writing by the far off, flickering
sometimes invisible light of cars
Willow tree’s branches dangling majestic all around me
digest and dissolve me.
All the lights of D.C. contained in the Potomac River
And all the lights of past Washington D.C.’s
Back to the beginning
Before there were lights
Before there was a D.C.
When the native men and women of that world glided
upon its glittering surface
In dugout canoes and kayaks
The Potomac is a time capsule
And only It knows what may be found drifting in its currents.
the sound of motorized vehicles
Omnipresent, incessant the sound
Like cicadas on a humid, summer’s night