Hummingbird drizzle and the mountain birds

a crow interjects briefly, restrained

the sun is up, it’s been so since 5

I watched it through the blinds


as I stirred again and again

listening to

the movements of my daughter in the bed above me

as i sleep on the floor

in the house

that was my home


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2 Responses to Homesick

  1. Michelle says:

    Thinking of you. Glad you could be there with your daughter. Wherever she is, is home.

  2. Laura says:

    It makes me home sick for you. We miss you.

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