I choose the long turn
on Sheridan,
without the fires and screams,
took the walking trail
coated in pebbles and solitude
to end up adjacent to the sandy marble pillars
of the house once owned by
Robert E. Lee,
I circumvent the Kennedy grave
to pay respect to a man,
who at the very gray-butternut-least
did not attempt to hide
what he fought for,
The sky clears hot and blue
over the unknown tomb,
stark and white
against the greenish manicured background,
History sits back
and lauds your achievements,
Ignorance is both
the romance of
North and South.
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