your green and yellow hills

won my heart from the very



your tree-lined fence-lined

two-lane roads

and Southern pillars and porches


became home away from home


now your rock-faced

shoulders are mine,

with their summer vines, slick surfaces

after a rain

and icicles in winter


your blue skies and orange sunsets

are copies of the ones

in my favorite childhood

nursery rhyme book



city-town of dreams

and dreamerswho believe in miracles

and magic when they arrive

with sweet expectations

and leave with something different

and more


as I will when the time is right



where there’s always a rainbow when it rains


for now you have become my home



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