A Few Not Very Good Ideas Rolled Into One Poem
Flags Fluttering and Red Plus Green
During the blizzard the entire world seems to those inside the storm to be a uniform horizontal white and I forget those summertime sun showers when a cloud unloads across the street like a dog that knows how long his chain lets him roam
Mean while I will sit beyond his reach and read the morning paper without so much as a drop.
Yesterday I saw a row of America flags fluttering in the wind. All flags identical, spaced six feet apart, flapping differently as if each had a distinctly different personality.
All that differed was the way the wind fucked with them.
And grade school and art school informed me that red and green mixed together did not make yellow.
And yet it does.