Home thoughts from abroad

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    Home thoughts from abroad
    From my high ridgeline house
    I own
    Everything I can see
    Except my home

    We all make landfall somewhere I suppose
    Seeking for signs that chance has blown in
    A leaf, a land bird lost to sea

    Crippled and drunk
    I sometimes stalk my land
    Looking for deer sign
    Or else something passing through
    From one boundary line to another.

    Someday I too will pass
    From one boundary line to another
    And as I go I pray
    I will discover
    What tracks she made
    Dancing on too soft ground

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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