Playtime in Asia
I thought you would like Georgia.
Ah, but I didn't know.
Georgia's not too close to Tajikistan.
We still have a long way to go.
Since you are wearing a hijab,
I had to start asking around.
Is your hair blonde or red or black?
Your sister said that it's brown.
I know that you don't drink liquor,
But that isn't my greatest fear.
What is is that, when we're at dinner,
Your brother always will be near.
Oh, look. We have reached the Caucasus,
And I am too weary to roam.
I'll stop. We can say our goodbyes here.
Your brother can take you back home.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-05-08 at 17:07
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