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Returning to the roots
after years on the road,
discovering that those
things I missed dearly
didn't know I was gone
and people I missed most
didn't miss me at all,
while the same sun
that burned the sand
of the beach
refuses to shine on
the ice of the mountains.
Suddenly home seems
much colder than
it used to be when
I was a young man,
and the road I need
to leave this place
is harder to find
than the road I used
to get here.
Copyright
2007 Keith Gery
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