Closest To Home
After the leaves have fallen
When great bands of crows,
Fly overhead, cawin’
And flowers (it may be said)
Have tucked themselves into bed
That’s when I feel the breath
Of life on the back of my neck
And a notion rings deep in my soul
That all things are part of the whole
Yes, that’s when my love is its strongest
Yes, that’s when I’m closest, to home.
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