Spring 1986 · Vol. 15 No. 1 · p. 22
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Dinner at the country club
by the windows, the wind
tearing at the palm trees,
small lights coming on
across the river.
Our host is pouring
coffee and stories:
thousands of refugees,
his hands so recently
on their swollen bellies,
their paper cheeks,
and then the pictures
on the screen, faces
against the chain-link fence.
All of us together
in this velvet room,
waiting for the ship
to come
and rescue us.
