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Punctuated Return

I am coming home. . .
to the sands and scrub of the high desert
to the familiar Joshua Trees
to the crimson bougainvillea splashes
to the absence of my brother
who left us, too young, too suddenly. . .
An ending more like an ellipsis than a period.

Punctuated Return

I am coming home. . .
to the sands and scrub of the high desert
to the familiar Joshua Trees
to the crimson bougainvillea splashes
to the absence of my brother
who left us, too young, too suddenly. . .
An ending more like an ellipsis than a period.

Marcie Sims, 51

Seattle / Monrovia, CA

 
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