Home away from home,
bright lights surrounded by
shadows that pour heat into
glare, cooling it with death and war
Remember home, Thanksgiving
plates set straight with Dad sitting
down last, looking for a prayer
asking for creamed onions.
Dodge City, cowboys and combatants
Safe with lights and towers surrounded
by walls and wire, how am I here?
My home, my haven, my hideaway
Remembering “H” Street
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.
Red carpets, gold chairs, old friends
Still there, but, I am not