Friday, November 20, 2015

The Refugees

 Orange bands drop
 into blackness and rock
formations alter their shapes
What they knew in the daylight
transforms into an alternate universe
A diaspora of walkers leave
familiar borders for other places. Sometimes
they rub against the fear of the  outlander,
fear of strange voices, unfamilar sounds
They tell stories of why they left,
streets they loved, mountains they knew,
food they cooked and music of their souls
Some listen while others remain bound in fear


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