Advice from Rock Creek Park

What will survive us has already begun Oak galls Two termites’ curious self-perpetuating bodies Letting the light through the gaps They lay out their allegiances under the roots of an overturned tree Almost always better to build than to wreck You can build in a wreck Under the roots of an overturned tree Consider the martin that hefts herself over traffic cones Consider her shadow misaligned over parking-lot cement Saran Wrap scrap in her beak Nothing lasts forever not even the future we want The President has never owned the rain