by Matthew Zangen
If your blanket smells sweet
from the quieting breeze
of the summer that left you alone,
or its scent doesn't last
as long as its past--
remember that sweet smell of home.
If lying around
is as hard as it sounds
then stand up and walk down the street.
You may find your way back
or a less beaten path
where other ways one day will meet.
If you don't want to go
to a place you don't know,
you could stay at my place a while.
I could sleep on the floor,
if you could ignore
the warmth that would come from my smile.
You were right when you said
that nothing is dead
if you believe you'll see it soon.
If you walk through your head
as you lie down to bed
you'll find it there searching for you.
Posted on 10/02/2006
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