'Home' Poem by Marty McKenna
'Home'
it's different on the way home,
you're there, i imagine; space
to exhale from the mistakes
of the day. the diary
talks a good home but has become
increasingly disillusioned.
it's different, this home
i carry around in my shirt pocket;
i hold you like a photograph,
as close as the gutter to the stars.
‘home'
first published in 'poem alone'
appears in the chapbook 'sleeve notes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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