The Old Country in my New Heart_--

A train, High Street Station to 59th Street, July 22nd, 2014
Mysterious notes on a yellow pad. I must see them. Luck! The woman between us has left.
A self-described “chronic list writer” and longterm journal writer. I love her poem.

The old country
in my new heart
dusty corners
no broom in site
I’ll use my hands
to brush the dirt
from the cracks
in the floor

Read a poem by Donnell O.

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