1.

an exile by choice

always walking, always stopping

try to find the finer points

of similarity

in the cast of the sky.

2.

twenty five hours to landing

stranded

in a strange city’s cafés

& back home

the days decline

& the almond trees

haven’t bloomed in months.

3.

it’s raining again

& I no longer know

what it is

that I’ve been running from.