All The Homes

In dirt roads 

the way you bounce in your seat 

and smile at the mud 

coated tires 

coated legs 

coated boots 

while everyone complains that it's not 

summer. 

 

In falling into powder 

the kind you get once 

a year 

that floats on your tongue 

when you catch it like 

we're still little

and start to make snow angels but 

you don't have energy 

so you let the snow

hug 

you. 

 

In the stars 

we're so small 

they're so small 

they're so big 

it's so dark 

they're so bright 

stop overthinking

and let them wash you 

like when you were five 

in a bathtub of long summer grass. 

 

In bright homes 

on dark nights

in light homes 

on heavy days 

in new perspectives 

from old routines 

let's find home.

Posted in response to the challenge Community & Housing-Writing.

Popcorn

VT

14 years old

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