who can still be in love with the banner on the horizon
with its lipstick slash of red its tedium
I'm not
happy to see it back again.
hoisted aloft by trusting neophytes
whose hearts are they using this time
whose valentine cut outs whose early deaths.
red the colour of a dance dress maybe once
a Christmas color
something of gaiety a holiday declared
the ribbon you wear when you feel happy
a child's crayon.the favored one
not this red. nyet.
there it is again a recurring nightmare.
stupidly portentous in the fog
can't someone go out in the rain
and bury it
so no dog can possibly dig it up again.
mary angela douglas 13 october 2020
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