Friday, July 29, 2022

Heartland

 I am distancing from where

I have been mile by mile

reading exit signs with names

of towns and villages that do 

not call to me.  Passing over

streams and rivers, alongside

woodlands and farmlands 

I get closer to my heartland

where memories mix love and loss,

joy and sorrow, desire.

I am where I can hear, 

“You’re almost there.”


-Byron Hoot

 hootnhowlpoetry.com  

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