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Home, 2024

I pray you will
sing and dream and dance
and break bread and hunt and laugh
and soar and ReturnHome.

And when I am alone
our tears flow along the same rivers.
Our wails ride the same winds.

I too, dream of peace.
Of your land, and your heart back then.

I do not know your name
but I feel you.

Home shall rise again.

Where is home…

When home has been burned, bordered, bombed
What happens to the heart?
To the birds?
The babies?
The Beings.

I cannot see you
But I feel you
I cannot hear you,
Nor do I know your name.

But our hearts sound the same —
Rhythm.
Beat.

Self Portrait at 23, 2024

Sounds of a Flagstaff Spring, 2024