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.