poem #25

busses and peace large
 
BUSSES AND PEACE NO MORE
 
Every drop of blood reminds me
It was never in the cards
It was never in the stars
It was never in our future
I was never in your heart,
Save some little space reserved
For the temporary visitor
Like a guest house
Mother-in-law suite
Or drawer under your bed.
Run around the entire earth
Fifty times if you can
So slowly you ran
It was always your plan
To never find a home.
 
– Dominique R. Scalia
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