American Flatbread + Flatbread Kitchen
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, July 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, 2005
Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to
The American Flag Now
There is hardly a place without
a flag anymore. I see it on
telephone poles, t-shirts, and business cards.
I see it waving from cars
and hanging from windows
all over town.
There are standard flags—made in the prescribed way
with thirteen strips of red and white
and fifty stars with perfect point.
And there are made up flags
with uncounted bars, and stars
the shapes of galaxies.
There are flags that fly high
above the capitols and battleships
and those that fly upside down
by Americans abandoned by America
(if it is disrespect it is only a reflection).
But the flags that touch me the most now
are the backwards ones stitched on the shoulders
It is freedom we all seek, but will it be freedom
we find? War is a prison of which we are our own
Happy Fourth. Happy Birthday, America. Thanks for coming everyone.