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Moving from Farm to City
Then,
I was a forest, a pond,
An indigo bunting.
Then,
Pines put their arms around me,
I put my ear to red ground,
Heard my name.
Now,
I'm scattered glass, bent beer cans,
Blood on bricks.
Spit on the sidewalk.
I put my ear
To the curbstone,
Hear insults.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Ken Again
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