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Zoe
Marlborough School
Los Angeles
School children follow the leader
From a distance, their small bodies
Are identical.
They become moving spots of color, hand-in-hand,
Across the greenish walkway, around corners,
Through school yards.
Are we not connected?
The same blood runs through us all,
There are things – undeniable things – which make us human.
We divide ourselves, but why?
We are all made of cells, and
Beyond that we are bones, muscle, and flesh.
In our minds we are separate,
But we have held each other’s hands as children
We will continue to –
For all time.
Little bodies, like ants from above.
Crossing, intersecting,
Colliding.
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