A foreign land I have
not travelled
A luxury neglected
one calloused foot
step at a time
A gaping hole, neither
Ben nor Jerry
could fill
A sacrifice,
now wrinkled and frail,
to a brown eyed little girl
Waiting, waiting
to be scooped up
Refuge taken in
the fortress of
my mind…
I
think therefore
I am
Therefore
I am
There
I am
But where…
Where??,
Oh where…
Am I?
Lori Polachek
2014
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