Ah! home again
as always, and yet
it never seemed so new
and tenderly familiar
nonetheless. Still of late
a certain silence hangs
on Autumn leaves reflecting
precious fleeting sunlight
through the faithful windowpanes
and slanting between blinds
in angles softer than the
course of Heaven above,
the wooden floor below
instilling splinters as my
sufferings bring sweet
wisdom to the table,
laden for feasting and
celebrating the household
gods we brought with us,
escaping the captivity
of our youth.
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