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Offer a chair
To the poor
You will not
Lose thy place
In society
 May 2016 James Walker
Lunar
I tried to leave
but his hands held onto mine,
like a lost traveler,
kept in an ancient city.
He asked why
I had to go.
And I told him,
"I want to go back home".
he looked up at me,
with eyes like attractions,
which I want to visit
and take snapshots of.
My fingers traced his face
one more time,
like I'm tracing a map
of unvisited destinations.
Then he pulled me into
a homely embrace.
With his voice like a warm
and protective blanket said,
"Stay with me.
I'm your home,
And I'll be your vacation."
to j x s!
please drive safely and stay in your lane!
home is where the heart is, and it's with him.
I have been
nothing before
and while I prefer
to be something
to you
zero
is a perfect circle
the beginning
the end
one seamless strand
made whole
How can I forget
Those crumbs
Ghee tricking
From between
Your untired fingers
I remember
You would cuddle me
When at sunbeams birth
I would scurry
To recite English Alphabets
And when at my comeback
Rhymes sailing in the mind
And on lips leaping
Yes at the door at dusk
You would shout at my play
Oh I had got my leg sprained
But that was the best cure
How careful wrapping in the quilt
Whenever the chill fanned
And she put me against
Her thumping chest
Where are those days
Where is she
Where am I
They are at home
She is in the kitchen
I am on the rollicking chair
I would I had dropped in your days
My son my dear my heart
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