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OUR ESCAPE by Jessica Garza, Prison Journalism Project originally published 12/31/21

The prison days are hot

The sky drops its sweat

Waters the earth

Where the sole gun tower

Drops its lonely shadow

Upon the inmates garden

Dark wheat growing tall

As tall as the walls

The inmate gardener stood still

We do not dare cross

The out of bounds

Painted yellow lines

Birds fly into the prison

The prison garden

Our escape

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