With primary elections approaching in my state, it seemed apropos to post a poem about our country. “Free” will appear in my next book, The Anonymity of Waiting, slated to come out later this year. As a poem, I find it evocative and provocative. If it evokes or provokes anything in readers, please comment. I’m curious to see what it stirs in people.
Free
Stabbed by a flagpole,
the sky gushes red,
white and blue in the wind
an open wound
not dressed or bound
free
A Wandering Minstrel 