The most powerful drop of water in the ocean
fell off the President's brow
while he's waxing his wood in the Oval Bowl
and thinking of secrets
that hang in the air like miasmas;
what was stuffed in his grandmother's dresser drawer
too tightly. Striken by humidity
a young boy wonders who he is,
finds out in a sudden burst of dust
and never again wants to know,
running, forever running
to some annihilating shore.
