my torn flag

veterans day

has slipped away

like men and wars

they fought in,

but i’ll display

my flag each day

so they won’t be

forgotten,

and though it’s worn,

begrimed and torn,

its wounds do not

disgrace it–

yet on that day

war goes away,

i’ll happily

replace it.

–photo by me

you

who are you?

people like to tell you

who you are;

these people weren’t

born with some knowledge

that you weren’t.

never swallow the rocks

they’ve dished

up for you–

don’t believe them,

don’t believe me,

believe in yourself.

–photo by me