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Going Home

The long journey between here and there,
coming across water every so often
the lines blur by, becoming one

splashes of trees appear off to the side,
Ranging from oaks to willows
branches swaying in the wind

Rose colored towns come as the woods open
we swiftly move through the night air like a gliding bird,
so quiet, not disturbing anything

Jim Myers, Toledo Ohio