May Day

Tomorrow is May Day, my day
of days to march into summer
with my red flag unfurled
and billowing in the zephyr
of May; all red flags aloft
as I march past lilacs
blooming purple in yards
and red tulips,
long before the red roses of June,
I wanted my flag,
one day in the year,
at the first day of May,
the mother of months,
flying new in the wind.

It is nothing of politics
to carry your red flag.
I would join the Republicans
in Espona and discuss
left and right with Sartre
and dine with Charlie Chaplin
in Switzerland, in exile
for following a red flag,
but beyond all, beyond all
there is nothing other
than carrying your own red flag,
blowing in the soft wind of May,
nothing else, simply.


Artwork © DJ Barry

Artwork © DJ Barry


A friend of James Van Looy (who provided the piece), Richard Higham wrote this poem at the St. Francis House Poetry Group started by Jack Powers in 1991.

DJ Barry is a self-taught artist that lives in Middlesex, Vermont. He uses a unique method involving photo editing software, stencils, and spray paint. He often infuses pop culture into his work. Oddities are his specialty.