the bandwidth of neighbors around
an illegal fire. baking in the hidden
life of a forest. seeking kin.
an anthem or march for disunity
for class structure and servitude.
we sing at different volumes. but we all sing.
in our own tents, pitched with pegs
of different metal make,
we consider ourselves resolute and beautiful.
like poets. writing about blossoms
and death, within the same clumsy stanza.
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