scattered / like the dreams / of new immigrants in America.

2026-03-08


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Attribution

scattered
like the dreams
of new immigrants in America.
If anyone stumbles across it,
return it to me, please.
Please return it, sir.
Please return it, madam.
It is my country. . .
I was in a hurry
when I lost it yesterday.
— from I Was In A Hurry by Dunya Mikhail translated by Elizabeth Winslow


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