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POEM: the trade

the trade

a friend who is no longer a friend
once asked how my home could be anywhere
but where my children are
after more than three dozen moves
countless attempts to mold my
self to my surroundings
I finally figured out where I belong
I also discovered where I need to be
it turns out those two places aren’t the same

12 September 2013
Manhattan

Published in My poems New York City Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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