return

the river rushes past my feet 

toes scrape the surface 

ice cold   

the dirt rushes past my feet  

ground is hard with frost

hurry hurry hurry

the tarmac rushes past my feet 

under the metallic beast 

short breathing 

the sidewalk rushes under my feet 

cracks  and impefections familiar 

nervous 

I climb the stairs 

I pause  

I wait  

I listen 

Voices familiar yet the same 

deep breath 

open door   

My thoughts begin to connect and the old shapes and faces make sense 

memory rushes back to me

 and I am home

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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