My words, come home

"My words, come home" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada


You are my words that surface

And run like the children we were

Coming out of hiding

In our evening’s final game of kick-the-can

Which ones of you will make it

Under the streetlight’s glow

As dark closes in

And windows appear, emerging from the brick

The outside air plays cool on our sleeve-free skin

Mad-dashing over driveways and lawns

Returning each to home

My words, come

To light on these front steps

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