Idyllic night crickets and frogs harmonizing behind wood curtains deer and fireflies enjoy the limelight Humidity that stagnates southern summer hasn’t dampened our enthusiasm yet; spring clean still blows clouds over the toothless grin of the moon A boulevard runs between the school and park like a minus sign dropped from a backpack Holidays, neighborhood elders decorate the green line with blow up turkey, snowmen, colorful plastic eggs Today they had planted flags six on each side waving forlornly as if grieving, as if saying goodbye Goodbye, not just to those dead and buried with the values they fought for Goodbye to the stone pillars of time that upheld our roots and the power we had when ballots were paper from trees that grew on land that was free Goodbye to our voices now just shadowy whispers drowned out by drones Goodbye to truth sadly watching the propaganda machine churn in the deep dark web where the printing press fell victim to images as erasable as history this story of grief narrated by drooping flags not of stricken soldiers, but eviscerated society free falling no parachute no safety net unhinged disconnected unrecognizable in selfies or policed bathroom mirrors shock, shaking me from my reverie, runs me to the bench beside the baseball diamond lays down beside me keeping my eyes wide open like the stare of the stars as the black sky deepens I watch the constellations repeat their nightly parade and I wonder if the red hats will knock the heavens down to hell like they’ve stripped and sanded everything that defined us Sun rays start to pull day from the edge of consciousness while dew glosses the grass and mourning doves call the flags to attention they would salute the dawn but this morning they don’t know what they stand for this morning they don’t know what they stand for
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Really well written and so disheartening in its reality
So sad! I hear you! x