Issue: "coming home late"
fog settles
nothing looks
the same
without you,
I do not recognize
myself
how we loved
walking
in the snow
even
my footprints
seem lonely now
wheatfields
an exhalation
of blackbirds
rising and falling,
your voice comes
back to me
I pull
my memories
behind me
this train
hurtling through a life
that was never mine
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
we are tethered
to this earth
and to each other
our veins,
blue rhizomes searching
for light in the dark
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enwrapped
in this blanket
of stars
the Milky Way
swirls above us
like a song
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
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