Issue 1 – Lisa Allen-Agostini

ONE LESS IMMIGRANT

Alleged summer day and
The sky is dirty silver.
My breath falls,
Forms wreaths of understanding.
You are right:
This isn’t home.
August, and
Relentless colour blooms,
Fools others to forget
Relentless cold.
The trees are not fooled.
For them it’s halloween.
Pretending to be poui
They are dressing up in gold
But I see through them
They are not poui.
And you are right:
This isn’t home.