“State Route 58 Thoughts”

Maybe we should stop focusing on colors and cloth, waves with hand attached to stick’s extent, and marching to end tunes. Different hues get disputed, and oh, colors, so beautiful. But let’s be honest about what the red, white, and the blue is. Critical race theory got sleep monsters awake, scrambling to take home pieces of downed statues; found safe space in Dr. Seuss foolisms. And the truth is in these things that fly high at our worst times. Yet, upside down when roosters round corners, crowing early morning warning sound hymnals.

But God. His name invoked, ironically, to cover blood-stained colors he never spoke.

Maybe we should stop focusing, and instead, wave hi to the sky after early morning kneeling for thanks for peace and offerings and conflict resolutions.