Mark

POEMS



Restless
transiting

I am writing
this in a van
planes
and vans
and the waiting
layovers
that feel more
like life
itself
then you have
to be stronger
in asserting
that, no
life is
what you
claim it to
be
not what
merely
happens.
Transiting
that is what this
is and I will
refuse to call
it life
I know what
that is
now. The
idea of home.







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