I was always on the move like a wandering Jew
seeking affordable lodgings.
All I owned fitted in a suitcase.
Rented rooms with a view of backyards and railway lines
slept on mattresses sullied with intimacy
read behind curtains that were columns of dust.
Yet those student years were full of sun
full of tomorrow.
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