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Voliolence is what you mis-typed
while texting me about Ferguson
last night for one moment Missouri
lit up with this new word, signifying
violets or silent volleyball, or
my favorite
I wish I could wrap up
and send to a whole city, violas
softly playing for a peace we
are in a circle dance
lances laid aside
violets crushed and fragrant
the only dead things beneath
our dancing boots.

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