Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Monday, May 2, 2016
How many flags?
In the wind, the flag turns into itself
a normal action for every day
not normal is the voice that calls to carry a new flag
unwrapped, on your shoulder like a bag
how many flags can one manage to wave?
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