Afterword by Ed Stone

I am not a silent poet

Here it was, children, the Pentagon
                  on this site immense it was
here the eye of the Atlantic
         froze
rising clover took centuries
         by the ears and shook them
awake
          remarkably here the clover
sounds violet for us who take
           hope
for granted.

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