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Transit

In transit

Shuddering, shaking

Balancing my laptop on one knee

In transit

at a crossroads

as the summer refuses to warm up

and my words stilt themselves on the screen

What chance do I have?

Half-Romani

no family money

Brexit, COVID

torn from the continent

stuck between two worlds

in this green and pleasant land.

By annaputsover

Translator and English tutor

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