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in the moon,
Ellis Island floats like a veil
or
a car turning in the field
something like impatient countries
gliding as a ship;
voices
at the bottom of the river
deepening in the muffled pools;
i dream
that my mother and father
will
get
out of Detention
where they were held
as
children,
across
silence
and
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