Retreat

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The retreat house
Out of the village down a path through flower-dotted hillsides
Came out of their huts to watch us pass
As if someone not so kind had come down the road ahead of us
We greeted them
We were on retreat
Ther stared at us silently and shook their heads

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Sorry I know the poem doesn't make sense. But I came up with it from a passage from "In the Times of Butterfly"

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