Migrant's Voice Haiku
harvest moon rising....
in the migrant's voice
Second Place,10th Kloštar Ivanić Haiku Contest,2013
The year wears on, maybe he is a migrant farm worker, far from his home country. He is working late, the harvest moon rises, huge and yellow over the horizon. Filled with nostalgia, he thinks of his homeland, his family, his life there, as he talks to fellow migrants he holds back tears, but his voice wavers.
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