Exiled
The
homeless,
like
scattered
tumbleweeds,
drifting
from
safety
to exile;
an endless search
for a place
to land
if
only
for awhile;
until
North
wind blows…
cold
March 14, 2023
Contest: Waltz Wave Poetry
Host: Emile Pinet
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