Thursday, July 23, 2015

Left at Home

We are always traveling roads

  that never bring us home

Through sun, snow, and sin

We try to find the destination for our heart
 a place to rest our feet
 and pillows for our heads to rest

In a panic we pat our pockets
 turn in a circle
 and check again
    but we left our hearts
on the kitchen counter

so we stop

turn around
 and hope we find our way back

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