Consequences of Homesickness

This valley is blanketed In layers of green:

clovers, moss, grasses, weeds.

And lilac too – bursts of hydrangea.

I shifted over to the boulder,

The one with a bump for neck support,

The one where had often sat shoulder to shoulder.

There were kisses and fairy tales,

Mudpies, face paint – and a proposal.

But it’s no longer personal.

Brenda Fabig

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