Sunday, January 16, 2011

Ivy on the Brick Wall

I thought I was a girl of a thousand lands,
vaster, a million lands.
I traveled far and deep into the winter
and found myself a girl without even one
place to call mine.

Maybe if I could buy a house
in a secluded part of town
grow plants in its garden
and water them every morning,
maybe then I could call that place mine,
and with it a whole town,
a whole city,
a whole country would rise to meet and salute me:
"Welcome foreigner! Welcome to your home!"

 

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