Envoi

Think of this land
as the petri dish
upon which
dreams command

some sort of growth.
And an escape rope,
or loss of hope
since that start, or both.

Various winds blow.
And if I should go
to some new loam,

know: these few weeks
are all the joy I seek.
Where you are, I’m home.

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