The Fence



How did she get here?

She walked…walked toward the fence.

It’s the one constant.






There’s always a fence.

She came alone. Swept along

with the refugees.






Maybe an orphan –

but no one knows for certain.

She stands by the fence.









Waiting. She watches.

Expecting someone to come

from across the fence.







Little refugees

grow up waiting by the fence…

older and angry.




A Syrian refugee boy stands behind a fence


They survived a lot.

So now they stand by the fence.

Waiting for something.







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