Debriefing
Back in this place
I don’t call home,
I shed a tear
remembering Mom.
Home, I am saluting myself
with appropriate music.
All the buses are behind me now,
the constant mixture
of strangers and
old friends.
I have inspected the grounds.
There are crocus’s
this very day,
and I regard this
as a very good omen.
Back in this place
I don’t call home,
I shed a tear
remembering Mom.
Home, I am saluting myself
with appropriate music.
All the buses are behind me now,
the constant mixture
of strangers and
old friends.
I have inspected the grounds.
There are crocus’s
this very day,
and I regard this
as a very good omen.