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.
Monday, July 9, 2012
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What a beauty. Good daybook poem. I enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Andrew. Dragged it out of my journal kicking and screaming.
ReplyDeleteI like it too, Coral!
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