walking to a shed for no reason
just avoiding traffic at noon
i saw a man so familiar to me
we talk about going home to island
building house, owning piece of land
where ants will come to share farm
i am only thinking of vacation
not staying for a long season
maybe i've been away for so long
and this place is really my home
i love winter, snow christmas
maybe i will visit you in desert
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