Homecoming

You leave the city by your lover’s side
through rush hour to mansions to highways
pitch nights and projects that holed mountains.

You leave and arrive in darkness
and never see the leaves until morning
nor the streets nor the students mid-making.

You leave late for the union
and the tour of stories that gave light
to off beat sayings and to food and to humor.

You leave the store red
pizza parlor full, the stadium horse,
the streets recognizing names and envy.

The leaves are falling
and you see your lover crying
uncomforted after some thoughtless sin.

The leaves are falling
and you see blushed cheeks
filled for hours with unceasing laughter.

The leaves are falling
and you see kids changing hair color
and dress and dreams and preference.

You leave by your lover’s side
packed up for the long haul home
all day chasing a rising and escaping light.

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