Coming home

 

The road

brings us home in

half light, half grey, half gold,

with a spattering of rain drops.

Jays call

a brash welcome

and the city, the rush

of blank, unseeing faces is

forgot.

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Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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