There is a small veterans memorial at a local park that I frequent. It includes a row of flag poles.

Last weekend while sitting on a bench I noticed that there was some breeze, but that it was not enough to make the flags actually fly. And even though the flags were hanging limp, somehow there was enough wind to make all the flag-supporting hardware continually clatter against the pole. If that's not a metaphor then I don't know what is.

Sometimes the noise was just chaotic clanging. Other times it seemed to get organized, banging out a little clave for a while. So it goes. Anyhow, I recorded that. And bit by bit, with no plan to speak of, it became this. Don't love it, but did finish it.

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