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Poetry

We weren’t “marching through the streets,”

We weren’t “marching through the streets,” but
ducking
from doorway
to doorway

as if the pounding rain
were gunfire
snipers’ nests. A brown package plastic

explosive labeled “STAY THE FUCK BACK 500 FEET!”

July 15, 2009

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