Monday, May 17, 2010

Home-sick

and how I wish
the air smelled sweet
like salty rain
then maybe I could feel
at home again?

But sometimes-
-days like today
I am home, but sick
Because now-
-all I smell

is horse-shit.

2 comments:

Reach for the clouds. . .

Tickle your toes. . .

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