wind-blown rain
against the plastic, schoolyard fences
plastic moms
© Rachel Green 2019
we took the first flight
as the dawn was barely a dimming
of the eastern sky,
while the cities slept below us
and only the night drivers
stabbed light through the darkness.
She clung tight to ragdoll
her grandmother knitted her,
fear bringing involuntary tears
silent to her cheeks,
her mother's cry as she fell beneath the wave
of right-wing, middle class voters
who were live-and-let-live
under previous governments
but now toxified the shores of liberty
with the indegradable sentiment
of "Other."
© Rachel Green 2019
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