Going Home

Going Home


Flowers edge the road, orange, pink, violet, white

Roads sprinkled with dogwood, pine, curving on

Themselves, swooping down, down, into valleys

Hollows filled with clear water, flint and limestone

Turning to cliffs, deep pools, falls, boil-up springs,

Abandoned maintenance roads, turning to dirt

Clearing, house strikingly similar to the original,

Thought sensitively given to preserve memories, of

My father and sisters, the old oak tree, the cellar with

initials dusk bringing flocks of turkey, deer, here to pay

Homage to the memories magnified by simplicity and stillness.


Carl James


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