Homeward
homeward
The landscape of my dreams is a Pampa
with occasional trees,
Like commas stretching to the horizon and not a full stop in between the extreme
I was born in a gorge between dark mountains
that was ok till the got a tunnel and Indonesian got work cleaning floors,
we`re now patronizing and multinational.
Then an Arab arrived and many joined NF, except the teacher how refused
to write anything with semi-colons and the swelling rank of neo- liberals.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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