At home (summer)


The wind invites itself in
and hugs me for an augenblick
returning after a day's
roving over the mesa

The lights are on
and it's night and I am home
the flatmate has flipped on
some motown flapjacks

sweet enough for the musical program
before bed as raft on river
for my return to dream
where I write postcards to

the loves and doux of my orbit
wake up for energy to play

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