I'm Coming Home
And a year
After
After the
Last
And the last
Two years
Ago
Before that
Sitting
Window side
Of the plane
Taking me back
To where it
Started
Miles
Pass under
The clouds
As they once
Passed
Under my feet
The good
Bad
And evil
Sanctuary
And
Battlefield
Lace them
Up
Daily
Even when it
Hurts
As I'm stepping
Off
The all
Familiar
Smell
I know
This is
Where
What
I'm doing
I'm coming
Home
<3
ReplyDeleteThat is so beautifully written. You always have the most unique, free-verse poems, that means something without saying much!
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