Boston Public Park
Peter J. Leithart
September 11, 2009
Category: Poetry & Stories
Washington, Augustus
on a prancing horse,
sword pointing toward sunset.
Over the pond,
fringed with ice,
droop the weeping willows.
And what I miss most
in the pine-blanketed West:
leafless trees in cold sunshine.
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