Cut Corner

By Les Wicks.

I have seen borders.

There have been those who pay no regard,

stride across them. One looked back at me

her contempt was breathtaking.

 

Have been so close

could smell the foreign herbs

understood unique problems of being over there

while watching embers of those emigres’ bright past.

 

My future was burnt as well —

important people played the tom-toms

the hungry just hummed.

To step over, shuck

your sacks of success or vacancy

of friends

& property.

 

There was a photo of me naked

another of my tears.

For a while humanity was a humiliation.

when I had nothing to do with me.

Growing up seems more about surrender

Convinced or convicted

one day I will step over.


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