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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4542 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Refugees Charles Levenstein I have been traveling all night through bitter landscape of ashen trees and fields of salt. Flight was our only choice, not passion for mythic valleys with herds of goats and honey blossoms. No agitator’s eloquence made my neighbors flotsam in this awful sea of refugees. We fled to save children’s shallow breath, the only mystery why so long believed the hollow myth of Egypt’s air, the worth of suffering labor and monuments: slaves of birth and mind, perhaps may survive desert sacraments. And if the Red Sea parts and marks a course, not guaranteed to save the day, but with a future we can hope to shape, trudge on, dream along the way. |
