It's just like home, but with palm trees.
It's just like home, but with more history.
It's like home, but with shutters to close
against heat and hurricanes.
It's like home, but I can't name the flowers
that trumpet their colors from every front garden
don't know the birdsongs fluting from the wires
don't know north from south
or if it's safe to cross this street
It's not like home
It's like
It's like-
1 comment:
It's like...a poem I tried to write once and couldn't. Very nice. Was the abandonment of punctuation part way through intentional? I like ending on the uncertainty of crossing streets and the tapering off of words.
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