Saturday, February 1, 2014

2/1

Perhaps my flight was too early but had its good sides:
I am home in time to pick up a loaner car and treat
a friend lunch.

Home in time to tidy, see dogs and sun set and settle,
Just happy to be home. Realizing this feeling is more ethereal
than I thought.

I am fine to be home. As ever I was with you. That was
The sweetest I’ll ever know but, now? Perhaps I can be
Just happy home.

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