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I am a creek tucked in
under the warmth-spotted shadows of a
canyon’s elbow
where boys go to grow up
There’s a coup across the sea…
Reflections on the inauguration and the threat of political catharsis.
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I am a creek tucked in
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where boys go to grow up
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I am a creek tucked in
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where boys go to grow up
