Can't go home no more

Went home.
Weren't ma mountains 
anymore.
The ocean
welcomed visitor,
gifted treasures
I fly to kin.

 
Here/hear teacher.
A shell
that whispered 
time for your hand.

Sand that cried,
"Thank fuck"
for loves 
that can be
more than
"They never hit me."

I tried to hug you.
Learned how.
But your body
only sees threat.
Made a Žižek joke.

-Akward-

So much sad
stones
and bones
groaned. 

Saw 10 crows
on dead tree
30 feet high
kin around
felt Matriarchy

patchworks

stitched

in misty waterways

paddles while children slumbered

All your hope!

All your love!

Fabric

of hues

only little ones see.

Backed

to Grandfather's cloth

once stretched 

cross backs

carrying the burdens

they invented the blues for.

Music

rhythm

algorithm

creates

separation

desperate in-hale

afore....

wave returns.

Can't go home no more

But been building new gardens

sharing seeds

celebrating better loves.

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