I miss being home where the salty ocean

drifts into your nostrils and the sweet lobster and memories

like a new day wash in the

                                          corners of my mind. The tree

in my backyard that I often climbed, away from the

                         verbal minefield of my parent's

expectations and the  1/2 truths of so called " Friends "

and

             white picket fences with their manicured lawns,

but

    I know I'm older now...the tree was torn out...both of

my parents have died and friends I thought I knew

have gone to places unknown. Neighbours have died

lawns let go and I am the Stranger, being stared at,

as I sit on my Father's steps and watch the world

leave

                     me behind,

lost in my Boyhood days......