TAKE ME UP
Blue flagpole, surreptitious gallant one.
The oval mirror high in the sky is reflecting
back only luck - the jet plane passes, all
those people asleep. A small wind runs the
reeds and marsh grass, stirring small things,
making small noise. Way out here I see
the distant landscape of a towering city:
were it to fall, I would see its ruins as well.
As it is, a few marred water-birds idly
sit. They watch for nothing, I guess,
as I watch for them.
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