Poems on the topic: home

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Dave Bonta

Stranger here myself

Our pictures do not please us and so again my acquaintance I made and so I live as long as a child never playing at home.

Dave Bonta

home all at home an afternoon of ice

Dave Bonta

white Christmas the dog desiring both to be out and in

Dave Bonta

tavern talk full of awful things the street home

Dave Bonta

I walk with my old dog to see a seal— no words all our way home

Dave Bonta

The law stole my home— that batten of here and pretty condemned like a chance god or the last state’s coin.

Dave Bonta

at noon an execution the rain on my hat all the way home

Dave Bonta

Back home to a heap of cards, ink and pen my supper and good night.

Dave Bonta

Ice all about. In the temple, I found Chance drawn like a home.

Dave Bonta

In the war, my honor died. Why give to those people and deny to others? If I could come home to my wife… I sat with my hurt, all out of Sundays.

Dave Bonta

I drink alone. The street is a good play— a way to see home in all directions.

Dave Bonta

We eat late, after the heat in my part of the bush, with pleasure for a home.

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