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Thoughts of Home

Par | 2018-05-24T15:32:13+00:00 27 septembre 2014|Catégories : Blog|

 

Home now and clean,
yet cold still and frigh­te­ned,
the sol­dier is wrap­ped
in a blue cot­ton sheet.
He’d been off figh­ting the ene­my
on a mili­ta­ry coast.
There is no one about ;
no voice to call out a war­ning
or repri­mand.

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Home is where the door unlocks
and the key put aside
and the cal­lu­sed foot bathed
and a heart mur­mur stea­died by a pill ;
this is a place to lie down in
or to where, some­day,
place teeth in a glass—
give up moving up – and
fan­ning the sparks.

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