Education

One night I went to the woods and talked with birches

Saying: “I’m not oppressed!”

There was an evening wind, branches rustled,

It seemed they answered me:

“We are incomplete also…”

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto