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around the table
the homeless
the mortgaged

what does it mean
if you are
the homeless
the mortgaged

our home is brick and mortar
his home is stars and dirt

our home locked tight at night
keeps out the stars and dirt
his home open and free
invites the wind, stars, and moon

we long for the wind, stars, and moon
he longs for the brick and mortar

 

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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