from "While Passing Through"/Fall
Early October.
After weekend away
and the long drive home—
this last turn before my street—
my house—another life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Coming back home is like another life after camping...... expression of a beautiful experience. thank u. tony
you understand me perfectly, tony. our everyday lives can have such a narrow focus, and then we get away... appreciate always you reading and commenting on my poems, tony. thanks! -glen