Prevailing winds
wrapped the flag
tightly around its pole.
All that could be discerned
were the stripes;
set in strong opposition
against one another,
sharp lines having been drawn
between them.
Not a star was visible,
nor was the blue of the sky discernible
within its folds.
Only the conflicting colors remained,
for the winds would not relent.
~ elr
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We met at the 2 Dandelions Bookshop monthly poetry reading, in Brighton.
I will send you the Mask poem that we talked about after I read your poem, Skin.