
Flagpole stands its ground
even after the battle dies
stump survives winter

Flagpole stands its ground
even after the battle dies
stump survives winter

Bloody-red poppies,
power; it’s painful remains—
statistical loss.
As war mother’s tears
shedding, scattering plenty,
yet prettier, spring.
a soldier, a wine
barrel-full of tales
one shovel at a time
one glass