Untitled - August 8, 2004

The sharp snap of flags
against the wind
draws eyes left to salute times past.

Amid the sunshine,
the parade marches to a different beat -
a drummer unheard
but abided just the same.

In a world where not asking
is matched by telling silence,
the nights soldier on into the morning.

Eyes right
to a sight unseen by the many
and noticed only by another
as the hint of a smile
ghosts past a face severe.