Homecoming
buried in black earth
of that which was
a pre-Revolutionary War outpost
much of the family
which was before
on land
which had been taken
from former residents
who gradually migrated here
thousands of years previous
outsiders
father’s father and my own mother
all hard-working dreamers
whose idea of community
failed in the end
grey fog rising
from nearby still river
well-tended grass
surrounding granite slabs
marking the end of existence
is this what
it now means
to come home?
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