One of these days,
one of these May days
when the breeze is finally warm-ish,
may you raise your face to be bathed
in the light of the golden moon, bathed
in the glow of distant stars, bathed
in the misty morning fog.

One of these days,
one of these June days
when the sun softly caresses,
may you cry tears of
happiness, tears of
tenderness, and yes, tears of
relief.

One of these days,
one of these July days
when stars and stripes are on display,
may flags fly not for retribution, not for spite, but
may flags fly for pride
may flags finally fly for pride
once again.

One of these days,
one of these summer days.