Cc: me


by Jim Johnstone

On The Dedication to “That Single Individual"

The crowd is untruth.

Once, we stayed up 
all night
following sirens,

shutters opened 
on Bethesda 
like a black wave.

The ocean welled, 
lifted our hands
in a single movement –

flag after flag 
rising to bless 
the Angel of the Waters

until her shadow
consumed the street.