SATURDAY P.M.
Lone soul sitting under
blue and white W
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a life bundled at her feet.
Cities can be startling,
first images a brand.

    SUNDAY A.M.
Crisp air, brisk walk, new friends
off to meet and greet in an office
of giant pinecones and wooden collages
to get the lo-down on hill and dale
of D.C. landscape.

    MONDAY P.M.
North door guard house at the Capitol
stripped of our granola bars and water bottles
Hannah, James and I enter and ascend
to the top.

Minutes with Majority Leader Reid
Issues turn into bullet points______picture that.
Meeting adjourned.

    TUESDAY
These are our issues
please listen, heed our words.
Stand up--take action
for both our sake.
We, colonial warriors all,
come seeking tribal solutions
to take West,
home to our People.

    EVENING
I go out to meet America on the Mall
the people's park,
monuments to man.
Citizen memorials attended
lives remembered,
a collective story;
so "we the people"
in festive network at days end
have the right to assemble.

    WEDNESDAY
The locals walk about as if it isn't raining.
This parasol-less pilgrim wonders about.

Long marble halls a-buzz this midway-day
as office's of Congress process visitors.
You get your fifteen minutes of fame,
cards exchanged.
We are here for you.
Next….

    THURSDAY
Homeward bound.
Cities can be seductive,
I leave behind Mr. Jefferson
and his cronies.
I know
if "landscape is the firstborn of creation"
I must return.


Thanks to all those at SNW that made my participation possible, thanks to the Ranch Working Group for allowing me to engage and join in your efforts, thanks to all those in Washington D.C. that made the meetings possible, and special thanks to Senator Reid  and Bob Abbey for taking time out during an intense political atmosphere and schedule to see us. My best to all who shared the journey.
Robin Boies