sunset in my hometown
I’ve been receiving these calls
from faraway places
thanking me for my stay here
and wishing me sweet success
I’d not noticed those eyes before
rising from the east
but now I fear it may be too late
experimenting with their recreation
using charcoal or oil or water
after traveling so many miles
to get one more glimpse
of a past fraught with flaws
I foolishly think how I could
make amends with one last goodbye
now that time is no longer
of the essence
I draw the blinds to a room
forever etched in my waking dreams
reminding myself how I never
truly belonged here
december two thousand eighteen
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This is incredible poetry, John.
Thank you very much.
It is incredible!
Happy you think so, Lara!
nostalgic, so very good, I’m adrift.
hello Denise – thank you so much for commenting on this piece and sharing on your twitter feed!
Best wishes for 2019
Thank you and likewise, Carl.