the protest march was thin.
a dozen, maybe less, women with
placards, bundled up so
tight, they may have been
men. it was hard to hear what
they were saying, chanting,
going on about, because
of the wind. some seemed
mad about something, others
just seemed cold,
then it started
to sleet, and the small
band of them dispersed.
they didn't make the news,
no interviews.
no police came to calm
them down, they just left
peacefully,
then gathered at
the coffee shop to plan
a new march in spring.
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