Waiting in Line to See the Liberty Bell
Head bowed
over Franklin,
I am a mountain
Before me,
a sea of youth
Behind, families
foreign tongues
Above them,
the scaffold-
shrouded cradle
of our nation
I think to roll
my eyes at this
flawed symbol
of a flawed nation
But when I
step before it
I want to kneel
and weep
Gorgeous.
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