o sweet place,
it's been too long.
entirely too long.
here, in my other home,
i have raged at the traffic
and the long lines
and the bills to pay
here, in my other home,
i have laid on the grass
under streetlights,
listened to the wind in the trees,
admired the green of their branches,
and thought of you.
only you.
here, in my other home,
i have run dirt paths until my legs ached,
surrounded by wooded trails and pine needles,
but on those trails,
i thought of you.
i missed you.
o sweet place,
it won't be long
until i eat your blueberries
and bathe in your sun
and wade in your ocean.
o sweet place,
may it come
May, come soon.
See you then.
This is in response to Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop!
4.) Write a poem about something you are looking forward to.
