Raining On the Flag
The American flag waving proudly on a summer’s day.
A light, May rain comes suddenly, it is totally unexpected.
The amazing red, white and blue flag should have come down.
It is saturated and alone, wet, cold, devastated, shaming someone.
Whoever should have rescued it will be genuinely sad when they see it.
If I had a hundred foot ladder or rope know-how, it would be down now.
Safe out of the rain, in a warm red barn next to hot chocolate and a cookie.
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