Homecoming
When autumn harvests sit
bountiful in country cellars,
a one-lane bend beckons me
to a whittled wood-frame house
where I will waltz with ghosts
beside the brittle chimney ruins
of my hallowed family history.
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Beneath grave-silent oaks
I will barter my time for stories,
simple unspoken songs, now
as elusive and feather-faint
as the pale gray memories
that rot ‘ever into worn walls.
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Assenting to my defeat,
yet resolute to my timely return,
I will soon seek the quiet solace
of these trees, those ashy ruins,
that house, and those ghosts
that beat in sync to conceal
the secrets of my lineal sphere.
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