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half mast
the flag is half mast today.
i sit on a boiling metal bench nearby,
listening to the whip of the faded flag
in the late spring breeze.
a lone robin sit upon the pole,
unbothered by the waves of fabric below.
i wonder why it's half mast today.
people scuttle by, ignoring my still form,
bustling to get to their destinations,
single minded focus yanking them unnoticing
past the flag, half mast.
the flag ripples on.
i sit and watch, hoping it's not for me.
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