BIG WAVING FLAG FELLOW

FLYING FLAGS ON EVERY LAWN

There you are big fellow, waving
There you are on the eye of everywhere
You are, in-deed, the seventh son of the seventh son
crashing on the sands of freedom’s laughter,
big wave of big wave,
wave for me, in-difference,
on this day of day
from the trunks of rusting cars,
a yellow ribbon of de-nial
rusting before me at the stop light,
stopping light in lust-light,
you have done your thing, no-thing,
your driver cannot see where he has placed you,
thanking you for your frozen ripple,
your crossed silk-painted
thank you for your service
buying him time for non-reflection,
thank you again,
you are the acidification of the oceans,
thanking you like that over and frozen over,
thanking you for your service.

Jim Bodeen
25 May 2014

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