there is no place like home
plantains dip
prehistoric palms whipping
season’s gold fishes swimming in a fountain tub’s bubble
dogs mixing basking
with barking brown squirrels up oak trees in the sun for fun
sounds of the tower’s bells on the hours
and past time
rumble of earths under groove trains’ wheels ribs me
what a home in fall to be becoming
to know this home depends on me
yet nothing at all I can do
as it slips through my fragile fingers
as all things will
ever I know of love has always shown his opposite face
a channel wide
a park squared inter a circle
a nod
and all that matters
is someone to call home
When You Were Mine 