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-