I have flowers beneath my skin
Paper petals
The memory of touch
Sinking in
Long ago
The aroma of earth
Is lodged in my nose
It travels to my brain
Recalling me again and again
To a childhood of bare feet
Red dirt
And the crackle of leaves
Dodging burrs
It’s September
And the wildflowers are out
It’s calling me home again
I’m going
Life is too short
Droughts too long
Not every September blooms
And I have faces to kiss
Shared chuckles
I miss my brothers
So
I’m going home
