Dock elongates winter cold, overwrought
with broken shells, white and purple fragments,
wood cake of seagull feathers, droppings.
Lampposts extend to the clouds,
like the calling arms of a lost mother.
Women march on D.C., Miami,
Boston, Chicago, nation a sea of pink.
The White House fixes its comb-over.
Day two comes to an end.
The lampposts extend higher,
quivering in the watercolored sky.
