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I know this is technically a food blog, but this poem was inspired by the previous post and I wanted to share it.

HOME

I could not recognize you earlier

yet you stood by, as sentry

waiting to be noticed.

I ran past you in a blur

thinking you were there, or there.

Like a crow, diving toward all things shiny,

shallow and meaningless.

Now stationary and still

I stare for long periods of time

watching leaves falling

within hidden patterns.

My roots slowly pushing through clay soil

discovering new depths unknown

in the shadow and light.

All feelings welcome

neither good or bad, right, or wrong,

simply wanting to be held closely

within me and recognized as home.

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