we are all immigrants
here, in the unbelonging
all swarthy and sullied
by drifter dust and road
with bold farmers' tans
and gravity frowns
dragging us down
we only wanted world
nothing terribly profane—
we only wanted love
drag boot scrape shoe
we shuffle the broken road
heedless of the dreamless slumber
where nightmare monsters wear
faces we call neighbor
in the unbelonging
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4 responses to “in the unbelonging”
Vivid and poignant. Especially the gravity frowns. It can often feel like this…the unbelonging.
Thank you Bob. Glad you liked that line.
Beautiful & so full of meaning especially in this delicate world that seems to be on a knife edge. Thank you for sharing your wisdom 🙏 ❤️🔥
Thank you lodestarwytch 💙