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The days past
Filled with words, tears, and laughter
Drops of rain
nature
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Cafe oasis on hottest summer day
Cicadas singing over a truck’s rumble
Wasp making its home in a wall sconce.
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Our eyes shine
Specs in the green iris
Campfire pupil.
Our world’s eye
Trees form a darkened ring
Sparkling stars beyond.
Our spirits together
An evening of sharing lives
Tear and shooting star.
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Videos of police brutality
Shouting through tearful eyes
But no one seems to listen.
Terrorism here against them
Over there, against us
Everywhere, “them” and “us.”
“What happened to we?”
I ask our mother
Her response, a breeze.
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Pause in my woods
Turned around in my head
Never in my heart.