Flag

Waiting,

 a few moments

in the car,

when

to my left

and up,

a flag of grand proportions,

being stroked by

a cold fierce wind.

 

Snapping.

Undulating.

 

Liquid flag,

its unmistakable primary colors,

streaming out,

in soothing rhythms,

lifting me to a place 

of surprising regard,

for its meaning,

and purpose.

 

Waiting,

a few moments,

to the left and above me,

this flag of dazzling proportions, 

seeing it,

as if for the very first time.

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