Scoundrel, Fool, Hero
To a country

In love with your best friend’s wife
Starting your own wars

White-knuckled restraint
Refusal to be a monarch

They call Jefferson the sphinx
But you are a history further back-
Shrouded in mists impenetrable

Your words so weighty
For so long
But what were you in
Your heart?

What of your children?
What are we?

Slave masters?

Lovers of Liberty?

Good soldiers?


Unlimited potential
Inscrutable hearts

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One Response to Washington

  1. Jingle says:

    beautiful capture of your subject.
    lovely imagery.

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