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A Home in my Heart
“hiraeth”
Sep 17, 2020
I close my eyes
to summon that place
dry and windy
skirting the desert
summer’s heat
runs through my veins
and the Santa Ana wind
tangles my hair
on nearby tracks
the Southern Pacific sits
its engine idling for hours
the air choked with fumes
my scattered thoughts
roll like tumbleweeds
blowing across the sandhills
it seems my soul
stays rooted here
although years upon years
upon years have gone by
yet that hot, smelly
windblown place
where I grew up
will always have a home
in my heart
Thanks to for the prompt/challenge “hiraeth,” a Welsh word that refers to homesickness, nostalgia, a deep longing.
The following is a poem that perfectly describes the starkness of my hometown.
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