Where to now, on this rainy Christmas day? No snow, no lights and no sense of direction. Clarence ain't nowhere in sight and Daddy's been silent since the spring of 15. Voices on my phone only take me where I tell it to go and all I know is home... Where to now? Clearing skies, clouds disappearing or being blown away, above another place, above another pile of skin and bones. Will they open the door for me when I come home? Will they know who I am if I simply knocked on the door? Thawed and freed from the igloo I once inhabited… Young lady waiting on the train as the drizzle falls - umbrella covering her as I take a picture...something to remember... #poetry #poetryislove #instapoemInstagram

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