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I was looking for the suitcase one of those work trips Staying at a sterile Ramada TV blaring through fiber walls Down the hall a door slams on sleep My heart leaps like a squirrel onto a New Jersey highway at rush hour So much for –  “Have a pleasant stay.” I lay thinking about road-kill alive-- then incongruous –  dead Awake, listening to trucks log their roar of rush Then, whine to the distance – away Awake, till I can smell perfume of the maid's cart masking evidence of people Awake, hearing twitter of Spanish Smallish women in turquoise uniforms long dark ponytails cleaning rooms like stalls in a cattle barn Their faces make me long for home somewhere –   I am always longing and never seem to be.... Anyway, I was looking for that suitcase Found her dolls lying on it and wondered when they got there A day when I was working, no doubt She must've looked at them decided they were lost in silly-sleep beneath the basketball poster beside the boom box Sleeping with her childhood in the cellar where.... _______ Spring comes like a longing –   for a moment for a home They were darling there –   yellow romper, plaid sun-suit – Same clothes as the day – They, last saw her play....
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
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I was looking for the suitcase one of those work trips Staying at a sterile Ramada TV blaring through fiber walls Down the hall a door slams on sleep My heart leaps like a squirrel onto a New Jersey highway at rush hour So much for –  “Have a pleasant stay.” I lay thinking about road-kill alive-- then incongruous –  dead Awake, listening to trucks log their roar of rush Then, whine to the distance – away Awake, till I can smell perfume of the maid's cart masking evidence of people Awake, hearing twitter of Spanish Smallish women in turquoise uniforms long dark ponytails cleaning rooms like stalls in a cattle barn Their faces make me long for home somewhere –   I am always longing and never seem to be.... Anyway, I was looking for that suitcase Found her dolls lying on it and wondered when they got there A day when I was working, no doubt She must've looked at them decided they were lost in silly-sleep beneath the basketball poster beside the boom box Sleeping with her childhood in the cellar where.... _______ Spring comes like a longing –   for a moment for a home They were darling there –   yellow romper, plaid sun-suit – Same clothes as the day – They, last saw her play....
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elizabeth-balise
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
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