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    VISITOR POEM (LOOK HOW FAR YOU’VE COME)

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    Off a long-haul flight she came
    Every year to see
    The friends she left to write
    From countries people flee

    As the sun in our west
    Fell on ankles and long limbs
    She spoke of the exodus
    And kidnappings

    Of nearly seven years
    The guards at her front door
    The rugs and dogs and cups of chai
    Collecting on her floor

    But most of all, of people
    And seeing to their care
    And making sure arrangements
    Were kind and fair

    Her voice still low and loyal
    Her courage still alight
    A little rest
    Before the next
    Story and flight

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