In America 1979

A haibun

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  • Published 20211102
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-65-8
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

In America, I was no longer who I thought I was; one time in America, I was a white person helping an elderly black woman with her heavy suitcase across the platform. A tall black man holding a Bible bowed his head at me, and said, ‘God bless.’ 

In America, I was often God blessed – 

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