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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