American Light – A Poem Nicholas W. King Poetry October 22, 2020November 6, 2020 1 Minute From wikimedia Stars and stripes billow in the wind, blocking out the Sun from time to time. That light, the warmth of it, lost behind red, white, and blue, but every so often the light peeks through or around, especially when the stripes aren’t looking. And then the light shines, bathing and cleansing away the jingoist dirt. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Nicholas W. King I'm an indie author, blogger, and podcaster. This is my little corner on the web. My mind goes in strange directions sometimes. As Hunter S. Thompson said, "Buy the ticket. Take the ride." View all posts by Nicholas W. King Published October 22, 2020November 6, 2020
