Sitting in my ESL teacher's living room with its wall-to-wall Persian rugs, I am enveloped by family stories and jokes. Although half the time I can only guess what's going on, I put a smile on my face and keep saying Yes, No, and I see in the right places. All of a sudden, a shriek breaks our laughter. My teacher's sons rush to the door. Slowly, we file out of the house toward the manicured front yard.
rainbow flowers
blooming in the night sky
my immigrant dream
(Note: ESL stands for English as a Second Language)
Haiku Canada Review, 9:2, October 2015
