an old white man
yells at me, go back
where you came from ...
I point my finger
to a snow moon
Ribbons, 10:3, Fall 2014
A Room of My Own: Butterfly Kite Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, LVIII "Rafah's border wall"
the kids stare
beyond Rafah's border wall
the slow descent
of a butterfly kite
seve...
