Where do the ones
with no home go?
Perhaps, living in
The ocean..
Putting out the dreams
that were set afire
and her tenacity
was blown away like ashes
blending with the sand.
Her only worry
Is ensuring life
To continue
to tomorrow.
Sharing footsteps
With the homeless
Endless walkways
Breaking down
Dry leaves.
Floating above the form
Of her body
As it shivers
From cold concrete.
The magic powder
takes her from earth,
to where the one’s
With no homes go.
On a cloud.
Walking through life alone
While floating through life
She’s home.

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