Where Home Is
A woman stands at the side of the road
staring up at the night sky. Questions
about desire have made her stop her car:
how it’s born, how to tend it, how it dies.
She has read of people killing for it.
She knows a woman who almost disappeared
under its weight. Places return to her –
Belleville, Sweetwater: beauty, something
to quench the heat of her tongue.
It is June, the nights are warm.
One star shines too close to the moon.
She is still so far away from home.
Lynne Rees
Posted over on Applehouse Poetry Workshop
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