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under foreign skies
we all wander
our eyes wide, gazing
searching for landmarks
amid unfamiliar places
trying to remember
we are all foreigners
in this distant land
far from our birthplaces,
disconnected from our times,
severed from our country
our belongings are scattered
across our histories
strewn in the highways
of our memories
and
hanging, caught among
the briar thorns of our regrets
how many times
my father
wandered
aimlessly
searching
for familiar places
he remembered,
while the world
around him changed
Steve Wheeler © 23 October, 2020
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