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we’ve lit the green fuse
all over the angelic city
our purple clouds of delight
rise above your tear gas
rain lavender confetti
onto our streets
we stand vigil
thousands upon
thousands of us
in unruly profusion

how small
and joyless you are
with your pellets
of metal and rubber
it’s you who don’t
belong here



Gwynne Garfinkle lives in Los Angeles. She is the author of a novel (Can't Find My Way Home) and two collections (Sinking, Singing and People Change), all published by Aqueduct Press. Her fiction and poetry have appeared in Fantasy, Uncanny, Escape Pod, and Worlds of Possibility. For more about her work, visit http://gwynnegarfinkle.com.
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