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.

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