On the full moon in April 80 years since Warsaw 40 since Harold Washington In the middle of Ramadan
On the night before Passover We in Chicago barely escaped from the narrowest prison
We woke the next morning with room to breathe for the first time in my life clearing our vision
Seeing each other embattled but standing with enough trust in ourselves to have made the decision
to feed more than punish to feel more than fear to believe in a new life to see ourselves risen
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