Walking Home

an evening walk
on streets unaccustomed to my footsteps
 air redolent with scents of dryer sheets and wood smoke
 i turn a corner and spy ‘home’ to the east,
it’s not a house

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2 thoughts on “Walking Home

  1. how quietly asleep my hamlet afar/ this flamboyant nature has kept its door ajar/ for me to pause, retreat a bit, and drink azure sky!!!

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