The Nomad’s Quandary

Poetry 1 Minute

Sun-leathered from seasons
following instinct

the nomad must make a decision.

Knowing how to trust
the scent of a nearby harvest
will be of no help

to the wanderer

who must learn the nuances
of civilization.

Published by Nick Saba

I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.

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