In preschool Kate painted the American flag
with red and white-fingered streaks,
a horizon of promised opportunity;
and a squiggled square of blue with white dots,
a domino of tolerance on the upper left;
waving hello in a cottony sky of dreams.
Kate’s words, printed in black Sharpie by her teacher,
“When I see the flag I think of freedom and God,”
bordered the bottom edge.
Now, ten historical years later,
when Kate hears “America”
or sees an American flag
the picture is not pretty anymore.
She immediately imagines
Unsteady thoughts of her future
Kate need not verbalize;
it’s written all over her face.
Causes Laurie Kolp Supports
Humane Society, March of Dimes, Red Cross