Coming Home
From the Needles Ferry
My home
a rhythm and harmony
of seasons
A place of spaces
of winds
of blues
and cool, cool greens
Young larch leaves
Friends look into your eyes
(and beyond)
they hug you fiercely
(and try to hold you here)
None of us know
where we will be
tomorrow
We are
a people of sighs
of the wind
a people who follow
dreams
that
like the people
like the wind
and the snow
Winter water
are restless today
and gone tomorrow.
A captive grey wolf
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