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Updated: Sep 18, 2021

A flag drapes a pole

in the sky.

Blue background, palm tree in frame.

Two meters ahead and twelve feet below,

Medusa of versace, locks unfurled in green.

Golden arches across and down the street.

Not much higher, a plane coasts.

Once upon a time

its stewardesses wore a stolen uniform

to define their nation to the world anew.

Now they tour the desert coast.

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