It is a city of men
From Tristan De Luna to Leroy Boyd
I skulk between the library shelves
where the books speak to me of women
women who are famous or not at all
women who matter greatly or not at all
I find an old forgotten letter, tucked in a book
[a woman wrote it to a sailor, news from home]
It is a time to make bandages and elect junior class presidents
It is a time of Negro soldiers from the North who are fine musicians
It is a time for cute high school girls falling for cute navy ensigns
The unwed mother picking up her baby after school is not particularly cute
These things matter greatly or not at all
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a watering hole in mongolia
where the last przewalski's
horses were seen in the wild
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