The Poetry Kit
For the Silent Statues
(Inspired by Jennifer Compton’s Talking Statues)
Alexandria on a cool July morning,
I hiked towards the Potomac to find
a bar that served beer allegedly brewed
from Washington’s original recipe.
This Saturday, I meant to explore
the torpedo museum and lunch on King Street,
no expectations except to see construction invade
the home of homes older than the Revolution.
Between new bricks at the end of Oronoco,
broken statues in the Greek style reclined
among benches and public art – arms, legs, torsos,
a head face up in the water, one eye submerged.
Another eye removed from a sculpted face
blinked at me. I do not speak Greek,
if I did, I wouldn’t have understood the dialect
of an eye whose never-ending view
was of Washington’s capital and obelisk.
The beer tasted as if brewed before Yorktown