To Captain Jack

The memories follow everywhere.
From the ridge, illuminated by
Mediterranean sun, to an alley
shrouded in British winter cold.

Echoes fall with each footstep
like orders carried over desert sand,
executed without resistance or
fear or need for discipline.

The past is tied to my chest
with a blue neckerchief.
Shadowing the sky as it
flutters with the endless winds.

Flying as an undying flag and
a constant salute.

cassino

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