Chips of the Berlin Wall in my drawer,
spray-painted blue and pink, pieces come
home. One side of that wall named shame,
the other anti-fascist protective –
concrete come down
with sledge blows, muscles,
The year the Mexico border
wall comes down, run
the marathon over
the World Trade Bridge,
one Laredo to the other.
Of the rusted metal
make church keys
Cross the big river’s flow
freedom and perhaps
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