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Poem written for and submitted to "The Ideals of Captain America" poetry contest, Robert James Liguoiri, sponsor, October 17, 2025.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The courthouse doors exhale cold stone. A boy waits—his father’s bail unpaid— counting cracks in the sidewalk. Inside, a judge taps scales gone rusty with compromise. Outside, rain skids off bronze statues. Justice isn’t radicated in lawbooks; it blooms where the sidewalk ends.
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