bright rays cling to the rainbow flag
waving proudly
above rainbow flowers
planted in late spring
and flowing like Niagara
from the plastic pot
green with chimes
orchestrated by the flag pole
ropes slapping carelessly
in the eastward breeze
having skimmed the ocean’s
skin until it’s saltiness still
vaguely present
collects on mine
tethered lightly by invisible
cords strung effortlessly
between this breath and the next
inhaling charcoal instead
of gunpowder
realizing that nothing today
reminds me of the blood that fell
for Independence Day
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