arriving home

one more stone then crush

his eyes open and light falls
on fields he once knew

where wheat baked beneath
the sun and scent
harvest beckoned his all

now the daylight fades
and his body lies still

a silent crowd scatters


“arriving home” first appeared in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review. Number 18, 2002
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