The Abstractions of Home

By Evette Davis

Home is in every hotel room,
every library,
city, state,
country.

Home is any place not my own
that holds me close like
one of its old memories.

Old memories.

If you gave me an old memory,
I’d give you a lifetime.
A lifetime in the heart,
mind,
soul.

The soul of a wayward
that wants nothing other than
to feel home.

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