Homecoming – Candice Daquin

The month they took my words away It was a mild green winter Even parakeets chose to stay Pruning on yet shorn limbs, stray with wandering Even cars turning into the cul-de-sac where I had roosted But not made home Seemed to slow and let themselves dream In the purr of uneventuality I could smell …

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