New Moon Rising: Fall 1995

: Clinic Defense; Cold; early morning; Shy begins to brighten; though I see no sun; They send me to keep an eye out for any suspicious-looking cars; Vigorously swinging my arms I try to shake some reason; into my circulation system; I see; a car moving at a slower pace than necessary; to make a turn; I run to join the line of defense; Arms linked; Legs stabilized; Trained to respond; To the masses who try to push us over Who try to squeeze between our legs; Fanatics rush to beat the escorts to the old blue Pontiac; whose white vinyl top makes me squint; as it reflects the morning light; They thrust literature in Her face; Pictures of Jesus and bloody fetuses; Escorts help Her out; An act which seems to take more effort than it should; Do I look to you like I could be having an abortion?; She asks; Nostrils flaring Gray hair blowing in the wind; -Cori Green

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