Occupation
        "Go from your country and your kindred..."
                        Gen. 12:1

The land where I live
doesn't call itself Texas.
The dirt under the street
raises no flag
for all its blind legions to follow.

Live oak, squirrels, cardinals—
carnal and organic,
citizens of the moment.
We never heard
of passports and borders.

The sky with its white clouds
has no use for politicians.
The sunlight
is mocking every myth
of occupation.

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