Under
the Home Sky
Years
of distance
miles
of time
My
eyes cloud
thinking
of the stars
that
send photonic dreams
though
my memories
of
the hills and prairies
in
the dark
where
variable lights
blink
my next lives
among
them
I
have not achieved
Buddha's
goal
so
expectations
of
future lives protect
me
with hope
the
next arm's reach
will
send me to them
Barry
G. Wick
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