Homes

Since moving to this faraway place

Such a short time ago

I've found some things to remind me

Of the place I call home

 

The flowers in the trees

Are the same as the ones that grew

Under that desert sky

That was the same color of blue

 

When I close my eyes at night

And listen to the nearby waves

I remember the wind that moved like a ghost

That rustled the dry leaves

 

The creatures appear different

But their personalities are the same

They inch closer and closer

Hoping I'll give them a name

 

And now that I'm here,

Seeing all I have seen

I know I have two homes

That each fulfill half my dream

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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