Unedited Poem #3: Porchlight

on

if this porchlight could speak,

oh, the stories it could tell

of our adventures as

children,

playing in the dirt,

running, running

shoeless and

careless.

if this porchlight could speak,

it would talk of

my travels,

of the stories I returned with,

and my yearning

to go back.

if this porchlight could speak,

it would know

my friends

and all their secrets,

and why

I left them.

if this porchlight could speak,

it could tell me what exactly

I’ve been

running from

all these years.

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