When A Lie Becomes Imminent
we marveled at the flights of Demossile Cranes
from across the Koshi
crooning melodies of their heart.
filed in a line like a wreathe
they would dart away
Mother would then, tell us—
towards the mountains in Tyamké
across the hills of Urleni.
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,blue,change,country,home,identify,identity,lifestyle,mother,mountain