Sunday, April 2, 2017

LAST HOME

When I was a little kid in grade school, 
the summer rule was simple,
you had go home
when the streetlights came on. 
Countless games of hide and seek
were ruined in this way. 

The winter rule was that you had to go home 
when the skating rink turned off its lights. 
We skated every night you see, the rink
was just across the street.
Countless pick-up hockey games
were won this way.

At sixty, I am wondering: does this 
holds true for life,
is the signal lights on or lights off, 
and just how will I find the house
that then becomes 
my last home?


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NaPoWriMo 2017 #2

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