Form, intention, earnest reverence and praise
For this patron of state and nation,
Now ensconced in cityscape, a round rotunda
To reason, to freedom, to man.
Then, the Potomac.
From out metro windows I see you flow, move,
Disregard not only me, but politics, government and
You answer to an antediluvian call.
Indeed, you are the deluge,
conscripted for judgment.
You do not smite, but you do observe
All that you see as you pass by;
Removing the sticks from your eye,
You judge, but do not condemn.