Challenge
What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
“re-olded” with nostalgia
Fireplaces burn
down back doors.
The banister is still
steeper than the steps.
Landings float me
away.
"Pass the potatoes."
Is a dinner table
whisper.
Smiles are sufficient.
But that's what I can't grasp.
* * *
The card table seems small
for twenty.
The staircase, drab and
practical.
Not enough seats
in this basement.
It's dark too.
Can't keep on the
lights,
but I thought my smile
was enough.
"Pass the potatoes."
Is a midnight snack
scream.
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