Peter A. Weinberg – Poetry

The flag is unfurled
   carefully, in sturdy white gloved hands…slowly
   a ritual, a presentation, sacred

Three shots in the air

Arduous, indefinite

Self-contained narrative bubbles stare
   sadly ... no paradise, no corruptions

No success without failures,
   perseverance, without edge

Memory intertwined with history
   Now, we can’t tell the difference

He stands silent—his back to the actors
   beats time to his lines
   with the first two fingers and thumb
   of his right hand

-June 14, 2009-