This is my home No where else to go And even if I did Have a mansion in Dubai Or a treehouse in Laos A pied-a-tier in a Paris arrondissement Penthouse viewing over Central Park Would I go? I want to pull my hair out When this dog barks (in Italian, of course) And that certain underlying odor in the bathroom that fragrants blooming on rainy days Dont forget the slow internet connection which makes my Skype calls challenging (as if Im speaking pidgin Italian and no one understands) I could, of course, leave Head west, or south Visit Facebook friends in Oslo or Alaska Let the tapestries in Far East countries unroll like Aladdin carpets to take me Away Instead, Im on a tram Headed with forgotten paperwork to the questura For two more years of bliss? Did I miss the memo or misread the sign--passo carrabile--dont park here Too late, my rear has gotten used to the shape of my not-too-expensive-Ikea-sofa commitment To stay Why not? It has a hidden compartment to keep mementos from all the destinations I thought Id never see When all I had were Rocky Mountain vistas And dreams
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 11:23:54 +0000
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