In Tranquillity

When I think of it now, the danger, the eventual gunshots echoing off gray brick, I remember
  the panicked yells of inquiry,

two wild, one found only in cultivation.
A vessel in Juan’s brain begins to bleed.

We go on and we tremble,
return to sip coffee quietly.

          Santee Frazier | The Robbery
          Josephine Miles | Fields of Learning
          Linda Kunhardt | Order
          Frank Stanford | Pits
         Martín Espada | Imagine the Angels of Bread

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