Art, Poetry/Prose

Expats

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You can’t be homesick

Without a home

In unison

The guy hiding

All his funny feelings

Behind those shades

Dropped the beat

In the mouths

Of our silent screams

To the winking sunset

Bowing its head

As the sky shook hands

Over and over and over

With the rolling sea

We are not orphans

Except to the outsider

And we are not outsiders

Anymore

In fact we relish

(Not the kind on a hotdog)

Being adrift

(Not the kind that’s worried)

Never quite comfortable

To call a place home

Somewhere

Is everywhere

And you just can’t be homesick

Without a home

Nobody says goodbye

To everywhere

Unless it’s somewhere

And then we ask:

Who needs it?!

You can’t be homesick

Without a home

Really

Who needs it

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