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Monday, July 16, 2012

On Leaving America Part 1

                                                    Last night in Sweden

Heading home tomorrow
In Seattle
We will sell our home
Return to Sweden
One more time
Leaving America behind forever
Lots if feelings this late night
This still midsummer’s light
Enough to read by
Two A. M.
Promise of rain in the air
A strong wind rustles through tall trees
They sway as if in dance
Yielding as they gather rings
Some fall
Most will return to vertical
Awaiting winter’s darkness
So many years
Mine less than they

I won’t die standing up.

1 comment:

  1. Nice. I was in Sweden last year and loved it and differentially want to go back again. (And this time I'll have time to go see where my 2nd great grandma lived)