Come.
Let me take your photograph.
Show me your welcoming smile
that reminds me of the old days.
Pose in a familiar gesture
that will carry me home now.
For home is still an ocean away
upon those unbending roads.
I still can’t see those green fields now
or the firefly-laden city lights.
The old folks and the children
across our road, I have yet to see.
I still need more numbers on calendars
and more tokens from my many lives
before I return.
Though my soul still sings a song
that mentions the name of our town.
So for now,
Come, my dear one,
let me take your photograph.
