i.
the wind announces itself in flags.
today I can make a poem thereof -
round something off.
I hoist my eyes
to where they kiss each other
on their names;
how easily they live the taste of blue.
ii.
I think about you. what more can I say?
the gestures of my mouth
is a long string of words,
hesitant,
on the tip
of a tapering mast –
my tongue trembles:
the unsayable is the most staccato
of any flag.
iii.
you will ask,
is a flag more flag in the wind?
I do not know. I do know
that a heart too can wear away
to an afterthought,
the way the end of a conversation
decomposes
to an i-wish-you-well -
somewhere high and gone.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
this is a great poem. the sadness underlying is easily felt and the images are powerful. that last vignette is definitely the strongest...the emotion is incredibly heavy. without question, one of my favourite nicolette poems.
lollll, I have had too many cookies today.
Such quiet, eloquent poetry you write that always speaks to me and moves me in some way. I adore that first line – what an introduction. 
