Warp Zones

Sep 25 2011

For the first time, I’m flying in to Oklahoma
And today someone wondered if I’ll move back.
Old homes carry, in unique ways, an enticement
A true statement buried, a barely flickering light
I am still framing out a new home for myself
with the concrete, brick and wood of
new friends, new work, new fears, new hopes;
yet the arm of past homes taps the opposite shoulder.
I eventually learned that you find the answer
when you look the other direction.
I will always be from Oklahoma,
and the princess is always in another castle.

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