immigrants

tonight
the stars have drifted off
and wandered
like so many
tiny migrant boats

afloat
on a wide black sea

listen to their song
of

go – o – going

they sing of going
endlessly

the night
is a sky-sea
over-filled with travelers

they are going
so far
they are going
endlessly


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #32: mock orange

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