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Yellow dandelion swells
The green grass sky bursts
leading the trail through the yard
to the door-
Home
The childhood monsters
fill the house
Memories that will not die
Mom and Dad rule their kingdom
As spirits rise from the cracks
The foreboding floor even remembers
What the child forgets
Crystalline heirlooms mirror the secrets
Jesus Christ Himself looks on
from the wall near the stairs
The back door escape is locked
to ward off thieves from entry
into the clear sky rising
of another yard
Do you remember the tree house
we built?
I fell and bled and cried
and you laughed at
the skinned-knee-bruises
and scabbed over infection
healing soundly
leaving but a scar
as memory
Do you want to go

Home?

R. Edward Eibel

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