#1681 - a flag flies over it all

 

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a flag flies over it all

 

in the dung hills

green as far

fences, goldenrod for glory

 

letterbox flag stiff set

as on the moon

and I grew up with

 

thornfallen

mudstuck

 

a bale roll for the open air

 

the sunflower fields

a fifity first state

 

little insects loud at the bells

climb

all of us so

 

people won’t agree

 

there’s a well in the yard to remember

and sometimes the stars wear out

 

machinery!

proclaiming

 

a set of provocations

 

they’re fracking away

so there’ll be no tomorrow

 

not much traffic in the mind here

 

stand in the middle of the road

where the century pokes out

 

a gun will make you nicer

 

there’s all of this as if unending

when it’s just for today

 

a flag flies over them all

 

the wars that were here

and the wars away