scorching sun
above the barbed-wire camp . . .
one number
after another
on the skins of migrants
Atlas Poetica, 24, 2016
A Room of My Own: Tel Aviv’s Sunset Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCLXVII: "Israelis leaving in
record numbers"
*I turn, turning back *
*to see Tel Aviv’s sunset*
*for the las...
