Needing literary inspiration, I’ve decided to start writing poems based on photographs. So, for $5.99 from Half Price Books, I bought E.O. Hoppe’s Amerika: Modernist Photographs from the 1920s (2007, ed. Phillip Prodger). Some of these I may compile into a manuscript (tentatively: Amerika 1926). We’ll see how it goes.
Star-Spangled Banner, Royal Palm Hotel, Miami, Florida
Majesty is lost in black-and-white. So many look to the rooftop
where birds gaze down with the same sharpness as the president,
insisting it’s more likely cash will build a man’s soul than condemn it,
that there are other interests a man’s got than what’s on his bank statement.
Eight set of windows beneath the flag, we see the world from inside.
At this angle, the colors are vibrant, those birds doves.
But when the vultures carry off their prey, where do they go?