we were all
someone and something once ...
this migrant
sees himself in me
seeing myself in him
Haiku Novine
VerseWrights, March, 2014
A Room of My Own: Home, Sweet Home
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, XLI: "home"
boom, boom, boom
outside the steel safe room
with his ears covered
a boy sings,* If I had wings*
*l...