up the driveway and here
like visiting a stranger
big brown house so unlike your style
yet you open the door
unaware of the aberration
as if my history wasn't uprooted
bitten tongue greetings
and prerequisite tour
two full clock turns
become a new establishment
feet curled on a couch
or perusing a stocked fridge
connecting with the surroundings
not as rooms of yesterday
but filled with your today
that feels like instant home
Monday, August 23, 2010
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