From Syria, with love

Photo at Pixabay

On the steps of a marbled city space
I spoke with a Syrian refugee,
cold, worn and shaking, left arm reaching to
a black and tan mongrel pup’s bright-eyed face.

‘All I need now’, he began to tell me,
‘is a small and portable, waterproof …’

‘… ah yes, of course,’ I presumptuously
interjected, ‘you need a mobile phone?’

He smiled. ‘No, no, friend, until I met you
I have not known a single soul to call.
It is a small warm kennel for newfound
responsibility I need. That’s all.


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