homecoming

homecoming I was back in my village  had a plastic bag in my hand  looking for a bin to throw the bag away in the house I once lived  An officious-looking young adult  I knew when he was a boy told me I couldn't leave the bag there I walked past a group of women  they saw me and whispered  since no one called my name, I walked on at the old part of the village I saw a café that looked like a living room I asked for a glass of wine A pleasant-looking old lady  brought  a bottle, she called young wine  bottled a few days ago The wine was wonderful Sit here as long as you want I have to leave It's a good thing I still had the plastic bag