FACE THIS WAY
I had a dream-like
thought--perhaps
it was a lucid dream
that on a certain
Tuesday--all the action
would move to
the other end of the
Mall, to the Lincoln
Memorial--where
we could all note
with gladness
the flicker of leaves
in winter trees.
Martin, as ever,
wound ponder
our very future.
Marian would hum
an old song,
"O, What A
Beautiful City!"
might be one.
Then at a certain
moment, they'd all
look on at this
relocated swearing-in--
as it happens. Of-
course it is
impossible to
see anything in
dream-thoughts as
impossible
with so many
obstacles still
in the way, but
some knowing
eyes just
might...
face this way
_ _ _
Gerald Schwartz