Poetry Month Palm Poem #1
I wish sometimes I was more nostalgic;
That I could feel misty-eyed
And access some memory
That when I thought
Of the place I ought to
Call home that the feeling
In my gut
Was a bit more
Rockwellian
And that I had
An unquenchable need
To see it again
And to feel
That spent soil
Bewixt my toes.