home/house/home
it’s time to go
can you give me directions please which
exit was it again
how many addresses ago
where you receive mail
make new friends again the friction of motion
wears them into acquaintances
let’s go
home(house)
was that a time and not a place
11:42 am on Tuesday you thought was
Wednesday until the evening
back then time when the world was
taller and monsters were real
a child’s drawing box, triangle lid
stick figures in the yard
where to next
home{domicile}
where the heart is a thousand bread crumbs
you’ve scattered to find your
way back
home[abode, dwelling]
beware the sparrow eyes your pump
greedily
almost there
time under warm covers knowing
you’re there before I know I’m me
dreams still dancing before my eyes
home
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