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Greg
Hewett
"Recalling George Washington While Watching All
My Children"
I swear it, I saw him just that one time
before the Revolution was just that,
when he wore his amber hair long, unpowdered,
when he barely resembled the dollar.
On his marble-white horse later made famous in paintings,
he
rode down from the house with glass windows,
rode through tobacco fields looking for a few good men
and who could refuse
the cockade, the brocade, the shiny, shiny boots?
We followed him up to the lawn black hands were freeing
of timothy and mullein.
Through polished panes I could see walls painted mustard
and rose, May grass and
summer sky.
A chandelier the size of a hogshead blazed rainbow.
A table set with china decorated in gold-leaf pheasants
awaited him.
He spoke softly and I said yes.
I had nothing to lose.
Back to IR Winter
2004
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