TWO

by ayaz daryl nielsen


REFUGEE

Thunder across the valley.  Hands clinch
a stranger's walking stick. 
You have seen too much.  You forget
how it will be dying this alone.


DRUG LORD

Ever more distant from yourself,
you've made a decision:
Evil suits you.
It can't do everything from far away.

  
ayaz daryl nielsen is a poet/father/husband/veteran and a hospice nurse; he is editor/custodian of bear creek haiku.
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