Vespers (poetry)

Late at night here

There is only the

Sound of metal clips

Against a flagpole.


The breeze makes

Them ting ting ting

That seashore sound

When the flag is taken down.



I've never seen the flagpole.



It must be over at the old

Folks' home across the

Field from the barn where

Meg sleeps now and I cannot.



It is a lonely sound and

Constant, the sound of

Flags being lowered on

So many old lives.