I am used to sides
a thin fence in between
barb-wire, a cement wall,
a river blue cutting
a land into desert and plain
I was not used to a park
making an incision over the belly of a city
no smoke of cars, rush
or barb-wires
just a thin line of green trees
turning yellow at their heads
separating those who believe in freedom
and those who believe in guns.
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