Alone in a sonnet

The Red Flag
Image by Monosnaps via Flickr

Stepping forwards stepping back
along alone against the midnight track
when the world begins to move into
another martini olive pinto red
its time to give up the dead
and sing under the bed
and we all wear red
red flag, yellow bull

tomorrow I will see you on the hill
and the casting sun
has only begun
walking along silent grass
hands puppet shadows
entwined by silver dreams
and silent screams

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