366 Poems: October 20th, 2016

Our Home

I said aloud, “Someday we’ll have a home,”

inside the sandwich shop of plastic stone,

not far from the grey atmospheric dome

that just today, left us afraid to roam.

But there is home and it sits in your smile

that takes this space and makes the grey worthwhile

and speaks the sweetest question I have known–

I promise, dear, someday we’ll have a home.

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