the fog rolling
over the border town . . .
refugees
walk along train tracks
toward a blood moon
Skylark 4:2, Winter 2016
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...