Neither Here Nor There
NEITHER HERE NOR THERE
There's always a famine in the old
country. That’s why it’s the old country.
And we never quite acquire the cadence
of the new. What bits we do is through
our children, who we hope are prepared
for life here but fear they’ll forget
where they're from, though when they
press the question, we’re dumb. Come
to think of it, we can't quite say ourselves.
Where does one locate the ache
of late September, the place abandoned
train-tracks whisper towards? It's tangled, sure
but they're not grown over yet, these ties
past the old country to the older, root-
land we hope to god to make for
one long-awaited afternoon.
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