Poems about Immigration
here, ephemeral thoughts fading through a jaded memory;
there, thoughts untangled, mimicking, hair without a key;
Silently in the back she sits, everyday in every class,
Rolling stones
can gather no moss
and so,
much can be said
for stability,
for establishing roots,
Flora
and Fauna
innocent and pure elements
of nature's dance
you have never known
nor observed,
An anonymous Katya or Magda
with a simple peasant face, yet with eyes of intensity-