by Caroline Slee
(California)
Ancestral memory
Calls my running feet
Down dusty roads
To triumph --
The song of my blood
Pulls my heart
To home and hearth
With quickened steps --
Our twin souls
Give me rest
Solace --
Comfort --
From the battles of the day…
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