let’s get out of this place
she looked to be western but I couldn’t
be sure
not the way she kept
looking away
I had never been this far from
home before
but I was certain
I could fit in
if only I cut myself some slack
when I first arrived
I locked myself in a room
familiarizing myself with local programming
misunderstanding most
everything I heard
eventually I rationally concluded
that if I’m going to make it here
it’s imperative I learn to walk
my convictions soon placed me
at a nearby café
ordering something
refreshing (without cheating)
seriously considering my next move
april two thousand seventeen
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questions at crossroads, the hardest ones. wonderful how your poems make one think.
sometimes me thinks we think too much!
when your poems end – it gives one lots to imagine…
Thank you, Bonnie, I sure hope they do.