Tomorrow is Inauguration Day, and still the country is plagued with uneasiness. I wrote this poem between the Presidential Election and the storming of the capitol. Since then I have spotted new Trump flags on the way to the cabin. Signs of continued disquietude.
Independent Streak
Flags fly for Trump/Pence:
some MAGA cap red,
some Stars and Stripes blue.
Even in defeat the defiance
feels palpable, unshifting
in stiff winds.
A reminder of unrest
in the American psyche.
Over time these banners
planted firmly in the earth
will fade and tatter
but tenacity defines their roots.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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