Drove down to the corner store -
Owned by a dark skinned man,
His wife, his daughter, and any
Passing kindred refugees
On their way to the promised land…
For vague motives misunderstood
And never known
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I would like to translate this poem
you don't try [hard] to be/sound eloquent. thus = unpretentious and enjoyable. best care, sjg