If you are Washington

You seem

Straight lined

Sans ellipse

Scheming aside

Plein air

The complicated life too luxurious 

For your workman's hands.

Window flung open to let in the winds that 

Toss life around like leaves skittering down sidewalks

Truth only currency on this table it is

Should I then blame myself for what I cannot

Did not

See behind corners, under beds, in your closet

The hand you did not play
When I trusted
A few laps ahead

Now

I watch incredulous

Not clever enough or uncaring enough

To hide your hand

Knowing I only see in part

Still I see enough

If  you are Washington

I choose New Hampshire

To live not among your baroque confections

But among the truthtellers

Even if I stand there

Without you