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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