Refugees: A Testament on New Year’s Day by Debra Bennet
Photo credit: the Conversation I sit on a park bench alone beneath a drift of leaves;a scuffle of rubbish rushes up with the wind:scraps of red plastic,crumpled paper hats, masks:a smell in the air,singed and bitter. I sit on this park bench,New Year’s Day. And have I sat here forever alone listeningto the cacophony of…


