It’s said
you can’t go home again,
A fact of
which I’m aware…
I miss my friends,
no longer here,
And places
no longer there.
I’m in such
a better place now,
Away from
the farm, betrayals and hurt;
Watching
whales and eagles from windows, but
I still miss
my hands in that dirt.
Photo:
Edward Gorey Illustration
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