We're Back in Town
And the air is crisp
clean and clear and cold
as if it's been waiting for us
to fly back over the mountains
with the night on our tail
and land here where the maples
have budded in our absence
green lacy puffs over the roads
as if trying to match the green
of the forests we've just left
all the animals are glad to see us:
the cats follow us through the house
yodeling
and sleep on our faces as we nap off
the upright dozing trip
all those dreams that don't get to stick
and the dog's celebration
involves twirling in midair
even the sunshine seems designed
to compete with any wanderer's lust
to head out for territories unknown
to fall in love with foreign places
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