fear is spreading
like all the befores
and we are forgetting
the burried bones of millions
because we are magnets to fear
I write of hummingbirds, sky-loving gold finches,
a favorite tulip tree beside my house
and in my garden red-rose tomatoes
overflowing
while we are magnets to fear
and there are cages in my country and
children in them
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