alone on the shore ...
the sound of winter winds
playing a foghorn
enters the mist
of my immigrant past
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
A Room of My Own: The Longest Yet the Shortest Night
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*Trump Empire, Inc.*, III:
*once upon a time*
*Rome was a Republic ...*
my teacher laments
gazing at the White House
in the gathering dark
*the dumb, no,*
...
