Memorial Day


(a poem I wrote for 4th of July, very slightly altered for today)

bright rays cling to rainbow flag 
waving proudly 
above rainbow flowers 
planted in late spring 
and flowing like Niagra 
from plastic pots 
green with chimes 
orchestrated by 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



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