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"Arlington, May 2022"
My six year old whined as we climbed the hill,
He hasn’t been alive long enough to understand.
When we got to the top we heard the shouted command to stand.
And we stood —silently— in the piercing sun:
Black man Asian man White woman High schoolers with their wreath, teachers, families, twenty something’s with edgy haircuts,
Vietnam veterans helping each other rise from wheelchairs, hands…