Homeward Bound

The happiest journeys

are ironically homeward bound.

There’s hurry in flight

and a nervous spark.

Like a million flitters

of long-lost lovers,

there’s hope for a tryst

with the past.


But those who return

to the base

are never the ones who flew off on another day.

Their palms

crisscrossed with lines of fate

and life etched on their face.


Just as their homes

abandoned in time

are mere shadows of the places

where they once lovingly stayed.bird flight

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