I’m in the crush—
rain fretting on jackets—
when he lifts the flag,
slow as if testing its weight,
and leans the sharpened point
into the soft chest
of the man beside me.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
I’m in the crush—
rain fretting on jackets—
when he lifts the flag,
slow as if testing its weight,
and leans the sharpened point
into the soft chest
of the man beside me.