When the City tears down
my parents’ home
to build a parking lot
for the library,
even though nobody
lived in the house
the last ten years,
I don’t know how
to find my way
back home.
When everybody
in town knows where
I live, and they call
it the Marley house,
even though the Marleys
moved to Denver eight
years ago, how long
do I have to walk
through this door before
I find my way home?
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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