The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 5 - Page 35

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Immigrant

by Neth Brown

Standing in lake of houses

Pale grey and still

Shouting hello

Only I can hear me

My culture is a vase

Alien to another alien

We exchange both

Awe and horror

Their water-wash sky

And tumultuous weather

There is no metronome

Dog barks are the same

Birds still break morning

Which is the same slow

Flood of new light

Laughter like cool wind

Rodent bones and branches

I can wrap in my flag

And pretend

Which eases my heart

Soon I'll look for a

Home sweet home sign

But they are all in English.