Refugee

Today I spoke to a Cote d’Ivoire refugee

about our former colonies

and the many lives we led

in camps

with Libyans

with Cubans

with Moroccans

and Tunisians

We spoke of Civil War

Political Exile

And Deportation

Her skin reflected the contours of the

Gold Coat Sunday

And her voice carried the rhythm of

a songbird’s hum

So we sat on the Mediterranean shore

watching the waves go by.

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