Upon the sudden assassination of President McKinley, Theodore Roosevelt is rushed to Washington, at sunset:
An old farmer, hearing the onrush of the train,
climbed off his harrow and stood to attention,
his red shirt indandescent
in the horizontal light.
Children ran to cluster around him.
Their spindly shadow, leaping east,
briefly stroked the wheels of Roosevelt’s car.
For the next half hour,
Roosevelt sat with his elbow on the window ledge,
staring through his own reflection
at the speeding darkness.
-- Edmund Morris, Theodore Rex (2001), p. 36 -7
hot sun
beat down
on bald heads
and bright medals
-- Edmund Morris, Theodore Rex (2001), p. 110
light sliced
through thinning trees
-- Edmund Morris, Theodore Rex (2001), p. 120
Light vertical, horizontal, and aslant.
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