Right
Right
where the road ends
rests a house
there is Rosa, sunrosed,
is love, trust, life
A coffee in the morning
right before marching the roadworks
scooting the schoolbus
right like the hands of the clock.
Right
where the road ends
stays a mill
here my dogs, suninked,
flowers, poems, life
A lot of coffee in the morning
right before storms set in
minds settle down
right when the thief of plants and apples arrives.
At two, cotton candy clouds
over a volcano that will always wink
at your grandson, curling up with gran
your grandgirl, herding goats with gramps
Your roots stay in this village
right
where your family eats your bread.
At five, we will meet
where the typhoons twirl the desert sand
there is coffee,
cigarette smoke
Mine in my world
right
where we live.
Copyright © Kate Copeland | Year Posted 2021
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