Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Home, Ha

Some day, maybe, it will empty,
Just for a little while, just for a time,
Just to the end of my life, enough

To make it mine. For now, it’s busy.
Every dog wants a bite, every ant
Wants a crumb, something to drag

Home. I am home. Or I will be, once
Everyone has got their piece and leaves
A peace I’ll gleefully claim my own.

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