nation no flag
is a kite
of any which way
park of no guillotine;
and hands set free
smiling at strangers.
Tags: flight, poetry, public parks
Love this! “Nation no flag” is very powerful, and the descent down the poem is more of an ascent to clever wordplay and vibrant imagery.
thank you Millie and in tapestry park,
the first line morphs into
“love this nation no flag”
They’re laying new turf in Tapestry Park,
but I’m waiting for the dandelions and
dogs on a random trail.
i love it when the drummer of a marching band has to scratch their nose. random chain reaction jump started by something so simple.
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