by Alison

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Philly then New York,

Arizona, Alaska

and Argentina.

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Now it’s New Hampshire

and my home is everywhere

and nowhere at once.

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This bright green landscape

blurry with the pounding rain -

“I’m Coming Home” plays.

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I miss everyone,

I miss everywhere even

the place I’m standing.

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My neighbor’s red roof

these puffs of Hydrangea -

Oh, how familiar!

by Alison

daughter on the porch

humming Mozart to

a pumpkin flower

by Alison

Her teacher tells me,

“She shares her voice with music.”

The shy princess sings.

by Alison

driving home through mist -

no siblings, daughter’s pulled

into the music

by Alison

i wasn’t looking

for god but I found her in

the hum of the marsh

by Alison

singing nursery rhymes,

looking out at too tall trees -

the vast sky comforts

by Kelly

six years together

his Vietnamese love songs

now so familiar

by Alison

the wind keeps raging -

I hold my daughter closer

and whisper sweet songs

by Alison

before her bedtime

they dance to the 80’s

with daughter twirling

by Alison

she takes the lead

on the snow covered trail

singing her own song