My grandmothers word
The day is hot enough to crack the flags.
A summer of crackin flags
Flagstone pavements
Lothostrotos
The place of judgement
Even now below
Jerusalem stones
And that other flag
Vexillum legionis
A standard raised
The eagle of the ninth
Union flags aloft in London
Heading up the T.U.C
Singed and smoking
Flags of Africa
Pale blue Sunday flags
On Spanish streets
Victory and expectation.
A weekend of flags
You would think
After all these years
The urge to wave
Would be flagging
Not waving but drow....
JLNov 21 2011
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