in the Edison-Latimer Gallery, the lights
begin too mood; the squares on the walls;
the call for a quorum; it is the forum
to edit this speech; the panic of a leak

on September ninth, two-thousand-nine; the time
sweep me in, Fort Hood has a tragedy; the lens
captures casualty; they punctuates business;
the curator excite this listening

I hear the laughter aboard; between golfing
and the air force; the invitation to a state dinner;
but I could not help but listen; then went on horse back;
too Copenhagen by flight; and then it is
two thousand and ten

it is the ovals and the circles; the ovals and the circles
until the body surfing; the emotion begin unearthing;
caught up in this stalemate; this strategy takes shape;
it is health care on the phone; and prayer in a-blue
room, above marine one; a blackberry in the dark;
the plane lands on oil spills; behind his head has bunny
ears; there is ice –tea at tacky Jacks; a burger with Russia;
in Arlington, Virginia

it is a father with his daughter; the hands of the first couple;
the motorcade is a beast; as the diplomacy increase;
there are summits on the back stage; picking lint
from his shoulders; ice cream breaks and pranks;
the photo of a wounded soldier; sharing a laugh
with the VP; snowstorms and curtsies; then hearing
from Mubarak; the speaker of the house is private;