Reverie

*Duy Huynh* Homesick Traveler

​Reverie
 
Often,
I think
Of
Going
Home,
But
I would
Be
A
Stranger
There,
Although
I am
A
Stranger
Everywhere.
All
Those
Folks
I carry
In
My
Head
Are
Long
Since
Dead,
Places
I played
Have
Been
Paved,
And
Nothing
Saved.
The
House
Is
Gone,
And
Now
A
Park
Lawn.
The
River,
Dark
And
Sinister,
Still
Passes
By,
Dragging
Away
Time
With
A
Watery
Sigh,
As
Here
I stay,
Making
Do
With
Today.