The spare bedroom of life,
is where I sleep now
The other rooms taken,
the past dreaming proud
This cot that I lie on,
one sheet to keep warm
With furniture missing,
and curtains all torn
The end of the season,
the end of the hall
Forgetting the reasons,
my memory now small
As both eyes shut tightly,
my vision within
A palace awating,
—a welcoming hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)
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