Washington

There is a clearing between the lines
Of towering evergreens
just wide enough to reveal
A long, thin road

A zipper
Undoing itself
Opening up to the night

Although no clouds
Are visible
I can feel that rain
Is coming

A downpour of
Emotion-loaded history
Forms a storm
At its head

My heart
Bursts - a thunderclap -
And tears begin
To fall