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Evening at Wyatt Detention Facility, July 2, 2019

             Sparrows occasionally flutter by, 

negotiating the miles of barbed wire 

             that encircle the air and the building. 

In one room the lights flick    on    off    on    off

             The officers apologized before 

             fixing the zipties around our pale wrists 

             so loose we could have slipped our hands out. 

             The lights blinked and we knew they could hear us

             inside. They struck the windows, the shadows 

             of many hands pounding the frosted glass. 
Posted 07/16/19