detail by Rick Richardson

a learning experience
– the detailed
timing and precision

– a certain etiquette
in the rise and fall
of hands and feet

i learned the walk
– mirrored on the toe
of a spit-shined boot

shooting imaginary doves
in white gloves –

the proper fold
of the cloth
– tight and taught
with stars above

the tri-fold – not
a trifling thing we’re told

the color of a mother’s tears
and grip of a father’s grief –
the why in the cry of a child

– sad song of the bugler
on a windswept hill
standing in the detail.

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