The White Flag
Surrender comes in many colors
Like the blue of fallen dreams
Bordered ‘round the hazy yellows
Where illusion used to be
In solid purple ‘gainst the gold
That was control’s majestic beat
Marching next to independence,
Red and brazen inside me.
Behold the grayness under choices
Fitting pieces perfectly
‘Til over blackness there’s a portrait
Dressed in humble subtlety
And waiting for the narrow brush
To detail where the white should be
A banner waving dawn to dusk
Proclaiming what we know as free.
KDC 7/08
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