Washington Monument by night

The stone goes straight.

A lean swimmer dives into night sky,

Into half-moon mist.

Two trees are coal black.

This is a great white ghost between.

It is cool to look at.

Strong men, strong women, come here.

Eight years is a long time

To be fighting all the time.

The republic is a dream.

Nothing happens unless first a dream.

The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas.

Soldiers tied rags on their feet.