New Ode One Motel children chase the pick-up; Blackbirds dive from walnut branches. With conical lips, a mother Calls her toddler’s terse attention To danger. Green leaves shun silence As the feathered light of evening Flaps about the little girl. Stunned, Her eyes are torn by enraged throats. 5/30-31/96
Reason for writing:
Life in that heart of fascist darkness, Fremont, CABirth sign: Not entered
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