When you actually
Are going to pick up
And move somewhere
Else, you start to
Admire the charm
Of the place you live
And to replicate that
Homeliness may never
Be the same but that’s
Quite alright, life isn’t
Supposed to always
Just be the same.
Cherry oak, the sycamore
Pine nestled woods, suburbia
Lost paths scouted by deer
Roads I’ve driven down a
Thousand times nearly now
Where I’ve numbers under
My belt and I have live in
Many ways yet with only
Myself, as many great writers
Have journeyed, too shall I
1:45pm 3/11/18
by the ivory rose