I spent the past weekend in DC catching up with old friends and enjoying the Spring weather and Cherry Blossoms. Everyone should have a friend or two that makes you laugh so hard you start crying. A big thank you to my friend Elizabeth for hosting me for the weekend and showing me around the DC area. She was a great sport for helping me bloom spot and kept me laughing nonstop.

We found a row of Cherry Blossoms near Haines Point that was beautiful. We sat under the trees and enjoyed the sea of pink on a warm Spring day.

i

Here is a map of our country
Our souls glazed in books, language, ideas
This is the birthplace of our truth
In the aristocracy of craft

ii

In the feudalism of art
We are like painters on caves
Loving our canvas, more than our body
Here is the map of our journey

iii

I drive inland over poetic roads
Every person is a character of my muse
For life and death, is finally the same
We dare not taste its water

iv

The battlefield is a myth, there is no
Right or wrong, only neutrality, nature
Creation, we became poets
To find our way back to the light

v

We wrote of the promise
Of a thousand pregnant suns.