Myanmar, Burma
Myanmar, Burma When entering a place that has two names one must watch the streets where we place our feet as both traveler and citizen of the globe a world of extremes gilt domes of temple worship bordering the tents of cities meant to be impermanent but never seem to disappear how the hills are in our hands how the displaced are gems among the treasures and that everything is precious NOTE: 1. Photos by the author 2. I decided to publish this poem after watching the "Families Belong Together" rallies across the country.