When I was a child
I would stare at those three flags,
erupting from the ground like prison bars
into spacious skies.
Every day I would continue to gaze
up, up, at the splotches of color on the sea of liberty
hoping that one day I might understand
the source of their seemingly magical power.
One day I realized
their ability to captivate the heavens
was held not by the mountains
but by the ever-tiny pieces of Grain.
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