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Free

Today it is the Fourth of July, And when my son finds me …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Free.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/free/ Advertisements

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9/11: Day Thirty

How can I fall past this? Past those two towers on fire Past the collapsing blue sky Past New York City my exploding diorama Of bodies and of steel and that.  That blue sky.  

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