poem of the day January 11

Driving by

our great 

American flag

I noticed 

the strips

were almost 

touching ground

as if they 

had been 

purposely lowered

below half mast

It made 

wonder if

our nation 

in its history

to punctuate

lost direction

during really

dark times

had also flown 

our great flag

well below

normal mourning 

of a human being

to signal the possible death

of our democratic nation