A Tanka Sequence
the flurry of white
between church steeples
in Ferguson
a line of police
clad in battle fatigues
the cops dart in
cleaving the crowd in two -
a black woman
yells in her husky voice
'Don't be afraid! Stand your ground'
Ferguson at dusk...
his bony hands in the air
a black man
standing his ground
as police fire tear gas
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