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Favela Risen

Nicolette Polek '15

Of Brazilian floor boards, of mothers singing their
helicopters to sleep. Of young boys carving machine
guns out of cork, calling the sun down,
in their doorways, desperately throwing down
their limbs. Put away your ashes, for
even a bird like you, dirty with snow, is so light
you cannot be kept in.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 69: Issue 1

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