by Denis J. Ryan Harman
(Dahlonega, GA)
The immigrant sits at his lunch break
and pours himself over a letter
now dirty and crumbled
that has been digested within himself
a thousand times this week
who is the author
and by what window does she sit
overlooking that vast space
between them
and who could have known
that those people
would have had such feelings
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