Borrowed Tongue Cherita

I stare at the ellipses

at the end of a life story
etched in a borrowed tongue

they speak of falling
into spaces untold and foreign
strike me with their longing

The Cherita, 2:5, October 2018

White Picket Fence Cherita

white picket fence

I step on the neighbor's shadow
he yells at me, illegal alien

I hear the sound
of snow geese flying over ...
their route, my roots

The Cherita, 2:4, September  2018