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Poised and ready,
a tall, lean
National Guard
soldier, dressed in
full camouflage regalia,
stands at attention
on the main concourse
of Penn Station in
New York City.
In his right hand
he clutches a latté,
frothy and warm,
in a white
Starbucks cup.
His left hand
hovers above
a machine gun,
slung over his shoulder,
cold commanding,
sleek and menacing.
His trigger finger twitches,
roused by a jolt of caffeine.
Fuel for the fight.
Amy Grech
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