Immigrant
I see the novena in your eyes
for children abandoned in the dark
your hands cupped round the candle
lest a puff of indifference blow it out
your sensitivity cowers in alleyways
where dreams are sepia-toned
believing no one cares to visit
the country where you live
and afraid that someone will
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Very powerful. Thank you Mike!
“novena in your eyes” is a wonderful image that really sets up the poem.
I visit and I understand…
So good! Puff of indifference! Wow.