Dedicated to Cardie, who loves his hometown more than anyone else I know.

for the city of washington, independence day, 1998

from the depths of the dark river,
to the monuments portraying history draped in light,
silhouetted in the warm summer sky,
pale statues pose as they have for eternal yesterdays,
whispering to the night with haunted gazes.
cicadas exude metal music.
in a moment, the dark sky is lit with fiery splashes of redbluegreenorangewhiteviolet.
behold this view,
and the palette of voices that paint this many-colored canvas of life here,
as we celebrate the birth of our pride.

All writing contained in this website 1998-2005 by Betty A. Parker