DPF / Smith

For President’s Day, from Poetry Foundation, and from a Smith, my mother’s maiden name. The rest of the poem is here:

from The President Flies Over / by Patricia Smith b. 1955

Aloft between heaven and them,
I babble the landscape—what staunch, vicious trees,
what cluttered roads, slow cars.

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