I partake
A trip…
On the way
I find you
Staring…
At that space
On the poster
Of a totalitarianism
I gaze upon you not willing
To share the trip
With or without
Your ridiculous uniform
Makeup or memories
Of baseballs bouncing
Past dairy queen quests
Vintage commercials
Montague Street
Snow coned blue
Master races
Labor lining up
Flying …freed
Taking the 1491
Home….
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