The Poetic Hill, September 2021


L.B. Sedlacek is a poet, editor, publisher, author, and poetry reviewer whose poetry, fiction and non-fiction have appeared in numerous journals, zines and newspapers. Her books of verse include “The Blue Eyed Side” (Cyberwit), “Happy Little Clouds” (Guerilla Genesis Press), “The Poet Next Door” (Cyberwit), “The Architect of French Fries” (Presa Press), “Words and Bones” (Finishing Line Press) and, most recently, “Swim” (Alien Buddha Press). She is also the author of a short story collection, “Four Thieves of Vinegar & Other Short Stories,” available from Alien Buddha Press, and she founded and publishes the free resource for poets, “The Poetry Market Ezine.”

Walking on Capitol Hill

We get up early everyone is still asleep we are on the 3rd floor so
We run down the stairs and outside to the tiny postage stamp front
And then it’s time to chase squirrels and birds and run by the
Shakespeare library again this time we walk behind it
And come out by the LOC (library of congress) and run over to the
See the US Capitol building we stand right in the street because
It’s blocked off with metal barricades and green steel post
Barricades we run up the stairs of the Jefferson Building then back
Down and stop at the fountain, the Court of Neptune and let the
Water splash on us and we move a half block over and jump up
The steps to the Supreme Court and we go over to one of the
Round baby blue fountains and wish we had a coin to throw in
But we went out of the house without any money it’s a walk only
A walk with Mom and dog and we just needed a leash, doggie
Bags, a cell phone to take pictures and off we went we walk
Beside the Supreme Court building and stop to look at all the
Flowers and look at the fountain behind the building no one ever
Goes behind the building but there’s a relief there too
We jog by Florida house and then take the alley behind the house
To see someone tried to get in the back gate so we go on
Through the alley by the Lutheran church (across from the
Shakespeare Library) and we stand back and wait for all the big
Dogs to run by before we dart up and head back down the street
And back in the house where we head into the kitchen and into
The Patio to fix the back gate and then it’s back inside up to 3rd
Floor to wake everyone up for the day to get going.


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