Sunday, August 2, 2015

On Solano


I'm on Solano
far from home
feeling small.

The work is done.
I've eaten big
American style

and now, with hours
to kill, the bigger test
makes itself known.

I'll have to face
the past
whose name scrawls

like barbed wire
across my heart.
Stand without shame.

I'm feeling small,
and this big country
stretches out before me.


6 July 2015

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