Monday, July 9, 2012

Flags

My son walks                                            I walk
the streets of New York                        the streets of Kalgoorlie
in his red ugg boots                                in my red-dirt stained runners
made in Bindoon.                                   made in Taiwan.

He counts one hundred and forty seven American flags.
I count one New Zealand
           one Danish
           one Republic of Ireland.
I see an Australian flag
caught in a white cedar
being shredded in the wind.

3 comments:

  1. What a beauty. Good daybook poem. I enjoyed it!

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  2. Thanks Andrew. Dragged it out of my journal kicking and screaming.

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  3. I like it too, Coral!
    FMF

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