Border Crosser
By Salma Ruth Bratt
Curious Sunday morning
When the migra stretches
His green sleeve
To stop me
With a grunt and a snort
The bus yawns open
And spits them out
Border Crosser
By Salma Ruth Bratt
Curious Sunday morning
When the migra stretches
His green sleeve
To stop me
With a grunt and a snort
The bus yawns open
And spits them out
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