At Home

How at-home I am

within the sound

of Elena's poem-voice,

even when she speaks

of realities I've never

seen, heard, felt, known:

her Bible-childhood,

the landscape of rural

western Illinois,

the names of birds

and beasts and flowers

not found within

seven solar-systems

of my old stomping grounds

in working-class Boston.

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Written on 2022-04-26 at 09:41

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Just Look Around
by Uncle Meridian