A Place I Call Home Poem by Lydia Thacker

A Place I Call Home



Light behind
Fan in the corner
Tap tap
Feathers

Rhythm invades
Bookcase sways
Smoke curls
Chair rocks

Beads curtain
Smell of patchouli
Faces on the wall
Steeping tea

Everyman's politics
Jazz infusion
Waves on the floor
-Spackling

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