The truck comes down the road flying flags. Its engine’s roar breaks the air. Red is the color of the day. Trucks in columns come down the road flying flags. The flags make the air into metal. Big flags circle lots where they gather. The crowd wears hats, they all wear hats. Red is the color of the day. The flags infect the air. Furl Unfurl, crack and snap. Proclaim, “Go beyond, take the step. Stop right there. I will, you will, I will, you must.” Red is the color of the day.
