(h)eave of sighs

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see that place where the (r)oof
meets the sky? shall i
save a place for us there,
within the swallow’s song?
how long
have we wandered?

is it
time
to crave home?

 

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4 Responses to (h)eave of sighs

  1. ocean bones says:

    So these are people who feel like dogs, being “hounded” by the HR department at “work.” But maybe they work at home, so their spouses must be their HR departments. 😉 Then there’s also a fat Eve (eve of sighs/size) in there. I can certainly relate to this feeling.

    So true, that we hide our best songs/howls in our swallows (saliva).

    I love your closing. Is it “I sit” time, or is it “see rave” time at home? I personally live for having raves in my kitchen. 🙂 But I’m also fond of “I sit” time.

  2. 🙂 This is for the child who runs away… then doesn’t quite know where to go and can’t help but “crave home”!

  3. drnurit says:

    Finding a poem by you is like finding a small treasure, dear De.

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