The Immigrant
Imagine the shy trickling
of an infant spring, gullibly leaving
his rocky abode to die
sewer-infested, in a state of
advanced salinization,
in the empty expanse of
the meadowless ocean.
This poem is part of my book The Competitive Edge – A Collection of Poems
Read also: The Competitive Edge (title poem) | The Consumer | The Parsleyness of Being | To the City of Hopes and Steel | The Corridor | The Immigrant | Nine-to-fiving | Morning Skies | Into the Big Blue-Gray
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