Immigration

In the land of milk and honey
two by two seeds were sown,
their roots clutching the glebe
as a newborn the breast until
the pulpy vertebra was strong.  
 
So when the Lavender came,  
Its purpled green headdress  
marching toward the razed dune,  
the trees received them openly
as a sanctum would sojourners
after 40 years in the wilderness.  
 
For though native now, were once  
strangers in the land themselves.*
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Exodus  
Photo Credit: Zidor Casperlin