where the sky
meets the winter desert...
refugee tents
Arzu walks out of the tent to meet her friends, waiting in line with hundreds of others for water distribution. A wisp of cloud drifts by. It reminds her of the camp teacher's departing words, 'Those puffy, sheep-like clouds you're looking at come from Syria. You will all return home one day, I promise.'
Honorable Mention,2015 United Haiku and Tanka Society Samurai Haibun Contest
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