Thursday, May 25, 2006

Old Glory

The clamor of metallic clips
against a hollow pole
increases as a tempest whips
our frayed and fading soul—
remember how the stars once shone
when liberty was justly sown?
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1 comment:

rch said...

Hey thanks travis, it literally just hit me while staring at a freshly raised one. Thanks for commenting.

Take care,

Bob

1:10 PM

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