been homesick,
staring out my window
at swirling sunset winds
as they meander
over the rocky terrain
of our boundaries
like come hither fingers
been watching,
soft shivers of fleeting sadness
kiss the shoulders
of those distant rolling hills
covered in tall grasses
swaying like fireflies
under the spell of a hot sky
and by the grace of chance
i will be well
in my haunted house
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