REFUGEES
You see them on the news:
the refugees.
the refugees.
Walking, stumbling,
living in camps.
living in camps.
No water,
no toilets,
no food.
no toilets,
no food.
They have bundles.
What would I take in my bundle?
BLOOD RED SKY
On a blood red morning
I sat on a two lane,
three numbered road
watching a freight go by.
I thought about jumping
on that train and just
going far away from
that blood red sky.
I sat on a two lane,
three numbered road
watching a freight go by.
I thought about jumping
on that train and just
going far away from
that blood red sky.
Bionote
Robert Halleck is a hospice volunteer who plays bad golf when he is not writing poetry. He has written poems for over 50 years and published three volumes of his poetry. Recent poems have appeared in the San Diego Poetry Anthology for 2014-2015, Blue Pepper, and Word Soup.
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