You have crossed the line between wrong and right
but I doubt that is even quite right.
Your vengeance and rage have paved the way for my degraded ways.
So I raise the flag like I have done before
white for surrender
waving with convulsive snaps in the wind.
winding itself tight
wringing its frantic mad self into a placid rag
The wind providing a twitch of life to the worried fabric
I am observing the quiver of a leaf as a sign of hope
A reason to hold on.