AMERICAN DREAM
The flag, lacquered with encaustic
in Greenville, S.C. –
like a sand story
in Queensland, or mosaic patchwork
quilt (outside Ravenna, OH).
Her palm inscribes a circle
as she chuckles out the tale.
We Walbiri live on the ground. So
dry in California – only
the Bridge keeps orange in
her shroud, Florence (thrown
into fishnet soon, my little tree).
Love is the criterion.
Your only manly mistake
was pride – it is to take
power as entitlement, my son.
E pluribus unum – tears fall
as rain from Manitou,
Black Elk whistles. You
see the Mandan dancing – Jubilee
a joint venture, people. American
Dream. Not to be tarnished
by malice, nor the fish-
mash fables of the shellfish. Someone
turtles through the brazen image...
flutes across my tables
of thanksgiving. Seven Gables?
Stephen’s Gate? Iris, in sage.
7.4.15
Flag on Orange Field, Jasper Johns
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