Coming Home

Happily greeting

Each day with real

McCoy smile

Quixotic quirk

colluded

pushing me

down

cobwebbed

tunnels

throbbing

with

childhood’s

insouciance

prattle,

of rabbit

hole

life ~

wiping

dust from

mirror with apron

of innocence

I eye balled

My callow

old self~

Dancing eyes

Overloaded

With mischief

Quicksilver

Mind~

Brimful idea

Minnows in schools,

undulating

hither thither

in ocean

of learning

under

Martinets’

rule~

connecting

with old school

ties, same

colored

reinforced

my having been

where my tricky

mind often staked

claims~

old stomping

grounds often

give mixed

signals,

yet this train

of emotional

high was happily

on right

track, you see

I’d come

Home~

 

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