Perimeter of War
We held our jackets high
over our heads like bright sails
trash collecting under
its axled belly. Each day he called out
dared to bloom on those greening branches
at the perimeter of war, our homeless home.
Tina Carlson is a psychiatric nurse practitioner at Albuquerque Healthcare for the Homeless. This poem is reprinted from her new book, “Ground, Wind, This Body,” published by University of New Mexico Press.
Credit: Mia Carlson.