It almost feels like summer, breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes. It feels like Taking a stroll on National Mall, On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial. Playing Frisbee riding bike On the meadow in front of the Capitol.
My summer in the capital With you, him and her and them and myself alone
It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes
The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock. Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.
Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court Dipping toes in Reflection Pool
Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore Summer is a state of mind and so does love But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
a spoof on reality there only peculiar to sensitivity as mobility does change in cyberpunk while our glorious rays portray freedom with our initiatives in management or idolatry and driven to extreme in America
We are 9 miles away from D.C., the eye of the storm on the twentieth.
The suburbia love we had, storm- before- the -calm kind of meeting we had on this chaotic day.
9 miles away is the city we love It is a refuge for our boredom and our doomed relationship On the metro ride, on the E street and somewhere near Farragut West We watched small budget movies, had ice cream or playing with each others' hands fondly.
We are several blocks away from all the barricades, So why don't we get in closer and go to Chinatown Coffee and then wandering down the H street.
In the suburb, I do not feel peace, Because the storm is coming. I'd rather go in the eye of the storm,with you Where you fell for me.
This Capital love of ours , on the outskirts of D.C. Where in a perfect world we would both live in, like last time you told me on the way to E street.
A carman of lore now superfluously en route to enrapture these egalitarians indebted to patriots but clandestine horizon when jeopardy arises with present that unrest succumb to fighting that surreptitious supplant freedom with only a vestige of Justice.
If you never try it You'll never know it You'll ever wonder Forever doubt So break out Be a chance taker A faith placer. Take the bruises Absorb the scrapes That come from escaping safe harbour And storm the border Of your known neat and orderly Childhood home. Welcome to London.
Memories of my parents downsizing and leaving me to set up home. I needed a nudge.