Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
You’re out there in the peopled world
Bobbing heads crowd your fair face
You sit in tunnels and in buses...
I do predict the evening primrose stays
Alive in some last blooms to make for you
(And me) a sudden remake of the ray....
