Monday, February 11, 2013


Is there nothing left to say?
Was there ever?

I have read the books,
lived the life to the end, nearly,
written the books I was given,
loved and hated,
risked my life,
and still I live,

born in a warm, savage country
and sent north to learn to breathe.

(11 February 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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