31 October 2012 by David
The road signs bore names —
“King George,” “Richmond,” “Fort AP Hill”;
The blue thrush, the gold-leaved maple,
Were signs with no names.
They needed none: Even Solomon
At the height of his splendor
Was not attired like one of these.
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