This Thanksgiving we are in Baltimore visiting Phillip's father and step-mother. We've had a great time with them so far. (and we've eaten some terrific food!) Today we went to D.C. to look around and the trip was very inspiring. Here's a short poem I wrote when our day was almost through:

On the fresh concrete
the last of the summer leaves
lay scattered
leaving their impressions
under Lincoln's steadfast gaze
Absorbed in admiration
for their gentle,
earnest protest
I wonder -
will my mark
last as long?