O LORD of hosts!" Psalm 84:1
the winter moon casts
shadows on the floor
to entertain the kitten
while we sleep.
we walk behind
our aging parents
as they hold hands
they know as well
the ones they were
given in birth.
we pack up our beach
picnic and are suddenly
turn breathless as
the sunset paints the
sky in a palette of colors
and
we whisper to you,
'we love all the
places you call home!'
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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