Caitlin Robinson Poems

As quiet as the voices
Muffled by their cries
Sat a dormant presence
Not one would oblige
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How does the tear from a cactus grow
Or the water from its withered bow
For there are drenched beams
And forgotten unsewn seams
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A single speck toward freedom fell
Marched for miles until he fell
With a last belated breath, that breath fell
Down an endless tunnel which also fell
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