We climb up, up
Away from the dim, dim Metro.
The stairs move beneath my feet
The sky is grey and heavy with clouds
The air bites with a chill
Should have brought a coat.
Im a Minnesotan
Im tougher than this.
But I should have brought a coat.
On solid concrete again, looking
In a wide arc.
Green grass and trees
Interspersed with gravel and blacktop,
Surrounded on all sides by huge
Buildings, trying to look impressive
on this chilled
DC day.
People.
Theyre all over today.
At the popcorn stands
The hotdog stands
Flowing in and out of the museums.
I look around again
There arent any true shops here
I say.
Why do they call it The Mall?














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