homesickness                          December 26, 2016
does every country girl in the city
miss the stars at night?
it smells like orion
with the bite of winter
but he is not here
with the lights of commerce
and the hook of opportunity

orion is not here
and neither are you
i think it is 8am there
but you did not say your prayers
for the green light by your name
has been on all night
and you did not call

oh why do i care?
for i will never touch orion
nor learn if his bow aims true
just as i will never feel you
kissing me goodnight

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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