Micropoetry Monday: Homesong


The hurricane ushered in a new era:
of forgotten board games being dusted off,
conversation without background noise,
& books being read again.

They settled in the land of opportunity,
built a green house off the grid,
went to school & work at home,
& found a sustainable life balance.

She moved West where she did not belong,
returning home where the connective tissue
of culture & family healed her, filling in the cracks.

She hungered, but did not thirst,
nor was she naked, but her clothes did not fit.
Her house was small, but livable.

Laurey never got her Barbie Dream house
but she got her dream guy.
She never got her dream car,
but her children were a dream unrealized
come true.

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