Saturday, May 18, 2013

refugees - tanka sequence


 refugees - tanka sequence


these stories 
we never tell, words 
we never utter... 
reading in a nod a sound 
we cannot hear 

faith abides 
in the cycle of the moon, 
the heft in raising 
a body by the arms, 
the sorrow of old age 

to sit 
like a mute parrot
stand like a 
diseased tree...patience 
grows dim in my heart

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