146 – Memorial Day

Memorial Day

Remember, please: we wave
many flags woven
from many fabrics.

Not every with stripe
or star. Not each planted
on the moon.

We raise our own
tattered glory
on a bent pole

not in solemn salute
commanding
respect or sorrow

but a tender hand
at sunset
shading the eye

to see
what each of us
lets fly free.

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