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long roads
dark miles
yellow seconds ticking
like blinks of eyes and days gone by
and how the years are pricking

my mind

with memory

do we miss what we never were?

 

was it the curve or the bend
that led down a dead end
on the track

and do we want to go back?

 

far from home, the table calls
with scents of smoke and sage
nearer we come and courage stalls;

is it side effect of age?

 

I missed the answers to these questions.
I miss the home that I can rest in.
and warmth of a fire within

 

I’ll place the hearth in my belly,
beg the four winds to tell me:
which way?
which way?
which way?

 

long roads

dark miles

get me home.

 

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