at the gate for my grandmother
to be
released
from jail.
i told her not to scratch
cars
and set fires,
but no, she wouldn't listen.
she says
she'll be back out there
again
come Saturday
with her signs
her chants and synchronized
yells.
she'll be putting on her orthopedic
shoes
and back brace,
her tin foil hat.
we did this back in the 60's,
she says
with fire in her eyes,
and we're doing
it again.
she's even baking brownies
this time
to feed her
friends and comrades
in the field.
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