The Fourth of July

Unfurled and draped Clasped to rugged stanchion holds Fiery colors so recently encased Now blazon; presentation bold Flap and flourish; draw attention… Iconic salve for fickle folk Most every other day, not even mentioned But always at the ready, patriotism to invoke Bright white astral bodies sail Blood red bands contained by niveous stripes Supposed Freedom; actually frail Purchased but forgotten, despite all of the strife Echoes of long lost heroes’ cries Belittled by our flickering interest Forefathers look on with anguished sighs Our homeland; nation…weak symbolism at best Next day, after picnics and flares Encased again, stored up in garages high Not to enter our thoughts or cares ‘Till the next Fourth of July