He Flew Home
He flew home
nothing remained
only her.
Houses and neighbors
had shrunk into footnotes.
His dog had lost its sense of smell
- was not well.
The roots of the town
had rotted beneath the forgotten
and disowned.
The whole damn country
had been re-landscaped.
He did not fit anymore
except into her -
that was more than enough.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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