Geoff Lowe on the Other Side of the


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Flagpole


Passing on my way
to the town centre
I saw the flag
at half-mast
every day.

Every day
I gave blessings
for all those pour souls
who have passed away.

I have passed this way
again today
and see the flag
at half-mast.

"At half-mast -
who's passed away?"
I ask a passer-by
who says it's stuck.

"It's stuck like that -
they cannot pull the rope
up or down. It's stuck,"
he says and sets off again.

Setting off again
I give thanks
for all those poor sods
who thought they were dead -
but have not yet passed away.




© Copyright Geoff Lowe 2006



 

 

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