cool rainy mist
kiss of fog
wet streets turned on
electrical asphalt
making her way down
streets of a town
familiar once
looking for
what we all look for
a special place
place called home
dreams - summer nights
playful snow
longing for hug
fix of rejuvenation
aimless journey
full of aim
so much is different
but roots still same
she lay down
in the grass
in the dark
in the past
in the rain and cool
behind the brown garage
now painted blue
it doesn’t matter
doesn’t matter
melted into
whence she came
where she was found
hugging the buddha-ground
