Home is a place
where wild green parrots sway in the breeze
as gentle winds stir the trees
Home is a duplex
where pharoh ants trek along the walls
in the closet holding my old baby dolls
Home is a sanctuary
where I cry in frustration
as I deal with bill inflation
Home is an island
where silver waters and mangroves collide
as the sun and moon move across the sky
Home is a poxy pebble deck
a multicolor patchwork stone quilt
a diamond in the rough
a broken heartache
a laugh
the dust
My home
a jail of happiness
with no window, roof, or bars
Home is where my heart is
