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Saturday, January 12, 2013

My Country, Again

airport beams
haunt my dreams
in memories produced,
so it seems
sticky, like cobwebs
in fingertip ridges
waiting to burn
fear’s bridges

sleepless nights and
dawn less days;
mistress covered eyes
in haze
doubting the road; the
path decided
chanting fear
constantly recited

which to
pick among the

let me through and
see what game is
to be true

©Andrea Laws (Author) November 6th, 2016