The other

The others

How do you imagine

“a withered leaf at dawn?”

Cries of children from hunger,

poverty’s empty eyes,

scars of war.

You are thinking

what sweater to wear,

or whether to drink braggot or melomel

trees start to shiver.

You have choices,

other voices,

“unutterable simplicity” of love.

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