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home [poem]

it’s raining outside in the middle of June
and I’ve never felt more at home in my own skin
moving halfway across the country means
relearning what each season brings
when the hot weather officially starts
and when the leaves will fall
the summer solstice meant melting in Texas
even after the sun had set
but in Washington it means a light jacket
and a fire at night
it’s everything I hoped for when I packed up my life
and drove north before the onset of spring
creating my own migratory path
for this wandering soul
as I settle in
I find nuances that reiterate how at peace I am
I’ve finally come home


bookdragon, poet, witch

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