I expected "Going Home" to be in Myths but it will have to wait for another book. Good news, bad news.

 

 

Houses formerly homes

Pervade my memory

Prodding me to allow my mind entry

With the skeleton key of imagination

So I can amble

Up wooden stairs sullen

In their creaking howls

That lead me into dusty rooms

Anchored by hingeless doors

Standing opposite the dilapidated

Windows through which I saw the world

Each crack in the sill

Allowing a new direction

For my mind to wander

In youth just as today

© Gayle Force Press 2006

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