“New Shoes: Outside a Refugee Camp in Somalia” by Len Kuntz

Toward sunset
The sticks we have made our home
Break apart
Blow apart
Separate like frail stems
The roof no longer there
The wind working against us again
Life against us
Life is good my father said
Always remember what Father said
I touch sister’s ribs
I hold brother’s hand
In a moment
In a month
In another time
We will all eat
Drink the day down
And dance
Wearing our favorite new shoes


Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington state. His work appears widely in print and online at such places as Elimae, Cricket Online Review, Mudluscious, and Juked. Every few days he shares his thoughts about writing and life at lenkuntz.blogspot.com

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