Homesick

Houston was too small
a world of concrete green and
grey

its living oaks erupted
their roots exploded granite
their arms thatched out the sky

and each day when the woman
rose
the little girl wept for the
wind
wept for the sun
wept for the scent
of sage and sumac and
chocolate daisies flung
wild
across the plains

© s rogers 16 April 2009

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