1876

I saw a long ago photograph of the face

of the Statue of Liberty. In front of it 

was a man with his hands on his hips

wearing a black suit. The sky was overcast. 

I am the only man in the world who will stand 

in front of an angry woman’s cast iron and copper 

face today. I wonder if I should wear my black suit, 

and my grey hat? 

These are the words he never said, although 

he might have said It looks like it might rain.