Home?
that’s just my old skin
for home is something
found within
winds may blow
and earthquakes rumble
boards may burn
and stones, they crumble
lands are different
people strange
but in my home
there’s little change
for my home is not without
but within
these sturdy walls
of bone and skin
A poem by Jeanine Stevens of Sacramento.
Published on 09.30.04
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