20 January 2011
Poetry
Sitting in the back of our Land Cruiser
Three Ethiopian men in front
Concerned for our comfort
Refusing pleas to share our seat
I'm reminded of how I haven't written poetry in almost 5 years
A desert of stifled thought
The words now run ahead of me
I can't keep up
Surprised by milk and honey
Sprinting to the promised land of home
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