Wood stove in the middle
the heat
circulates
Bedroom flowing into living room
dining room
kitchen.
Bathroom outside.
We built it ourselves,
and we couldn’t be happier,
living in a round house.
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He asks me
As we lie on our backs in the grass.
A little break.
We get our bikes
And ride into our freedom
Dumpster diving
On the way
Home.
All day all night dancing
I stay away from studying
All day all night
Home.
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I sweep open the door
and sweep out the dirt
scrubbing
sweating
elbow grease
and I am happy.
the hallway sparkles
the sun streams in
the breeze clears the air once clammy
openness
dignity
I am home.
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Is home a hole I can crawl into when I am scared?
Or a more luminous way of living?
homemade cookies
chicken and mashed potatoes
hot baths and hugs
old friends with warm hearts
the place I go after
the adventure
I want to go home where places and people and things are familiar
but where my life is still alive
changing
evolving
adventure bursts into the stillness of the moment
sitting writing with the summer cactus at the kitchen table
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