In 2001
I hung an American flag
in my front window;
took it down
a month later when
I started to see
giant pickup trucks
sporting American flags
on bumpers,
in windows; started hearing
the talk of quick action,
of turning sand to glass;
was ashamed to see the flag
in my front window.
Now I turn my head when
I see it; don’t know where
the flag in my front window
went, and I don’t know
how my shame became
anger so, so
slowly.
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 
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