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Jan 2017
There are  fingerprints burned
into these kilns, leather hands

held  waists of women
with wide hips, who gave

birth to gaunt-faced children;
now, the bricks lay across

America’s streets,
forgotten.
Doug Potter
Written by
Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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