Children Of The Camp Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
Children Of The Camp
They listen
to blowing wind
whispering
through crevices of the camp
slowly navigating
their flesh and bones
one child
clutches a father's legs
to embrace his warmth
the cold
bites her fingers
her toes, her lips
they are uncertain
of night following day
slowly
patience
feasts on their minds
they expect a ride
to another city
to another world
waiting
bus arrival
children of the camp.
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