At birth,
a tag on the wrist
generates a list
of places one may roam.
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A beautiful poem indeed - who could resist reading a poem with such a great title?
This is freaking glorious! ! ! I especially love the last stanza. And the middle one. And the first one. Ten out of ten, thank you for sharing this. :)
My 'Wartime Lessons That We're Still Fighting' subject is my father's eoncounter of the strick enforcement of 'wrist tags' at a US Naval training center in the Southern US right after Pearl Harbor. He was use to less subtle 'tags' growing up in the semi-mutil-cultural Mission Distrct of San Francsico in the `1930s and 40s. Strict segregation surprised him. The tone I tried to acheive is matter-of-factness. As he decribed it to me, that was the way it was dealt with at the time, in that location. The 1950's and '60s integration of buses, lunch-counters and schools forced people to face what they had been glancing away from. Your closing lines have the solid ring of a Beatles's song. Tom
the fine all stories, are not the final stories! the store has an ore! who will decide. ore will it be the bear?
Wow, I do so. like. Sounds a little like me. Read mine _ Home Is _ Adeline