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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