HOMESICK – A POEM

Writing

Behold what heavy horizon steals

in the distance, once was close,

Hands that worked upon those fields

were once around my throat,

Scarecrows morph to statues,

Concrete suffocates the Earth-

Mourn the rolling blue that

woke the steady singing birds,

Sleep within the city,

Dream of horizons blurred.

 

ALL POEMS

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