Lonely England

This place is not my home,
And yet it ought to be.
I have known the sights and
scents and sounds, to be sure.

But home is somewhere else.
Somewhere understood.
Somewhere that I set myself
free, floating above in verse.

This place is not that.
Here is where I howl like
the night’s poetic sky,
And I will never really know.

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