Is the monument under
construction?
It doesn’t look how I
thought it would.
Let me find the right lane—the left one—
Still traffic in the dark,
Neon trees flash frozen by the park police:
We are all behaving
In this un-state of our nation.
And yes, within the flagpole ring,
It seems a rocket set for launch,
No weakness guessed from earth’s unrest…
Let’s not wonder at the cracks.
Let’s not think of the long train back.
Empty streets offer nothing to the space you imagine ahead.
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