walking the parched walkways
of middle of nowhere, small town
place- i look and find contentment in my soul
a year, a breath, and it feels like home.
that tree there? it is part of the landscape
of my heart. that sign? i know even with my eyes
closed, for it is written on my spirit
in words of light. no family, no friend,
no love, but it feels like home.
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