Oct 21, 2019
2 min read
A Young Boy at the Border
a free verse poem
He has heard the grown-ups talking
in hushed, hurried whispers.
Some of them are crying —
though he can’t tell
if they are sad, or scared, or happy.
it all looks the same now
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