Thursday, August 11, 2011

Home in the Future Dream

I was leaving my father, my partner, at the home I grew up in. I was happy and sad, and so was this man. To get away from him standing on the veranda, I walked down the stairs, across the driveway then behind the garage. Much time had gone by since I was a child at that home. Seasons summer to spring passed as I traveled by fir trees, ferns, and the cedar shingles. By the woodpile on my way to the compost in the woods, snow melted and I looked back to the house. My bed pillow left out through the winter lay on the grass, and dried quickly in the new sunshine.

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