12.18.14

it's winter and i wonder  where they went:  the fledglings i made fugitive  by denying they were part of me.  oh castaway selves,  come home, come prodigal, there's room for you now.  the whole year, a house  we can walk around in,  decide where things go, say window, say welcome mat. come home fly home land here.

it’s winter and i wonder
where they went:
the fledglings i made fugitive
by denying they were part of me.
oh castaway selves,
come home, come prodigal,
there’s room for you now.
the whole year, a house
we can walk around in,
decide where things go,
say window, say welcome mat.
come home fly home land here.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

honor the open by walking into it, honor horizon by huddling there catch the day as it breaks into falling, whisper to it, 'now, now. here, here.'

honor the open
by walking into it,
honor horizon
by huddling there
catch the day
as it breaks into falling,
whisper to it, ‘now, now.
here, here.’

kc | St. Mary’s Cemetery, Northampton, MA

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