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tiny human amnesiacs wander
midst the untidiest of seasons

siblings row inside drizzling fogs
far past unforseen transfer trees

parents of vast, differing alphabets
sing labor songs just east of now

prison walls may melt in the rain
but still guard zooey arsenals

so we stand here — thin-skinned,
and do not bear our hearts alone

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Idaho Women Poets
Process: Pick and mix cento