Standing in the Backyard of Childhood

The dirt.

The stars.

Nearing midnight in late summer.

A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was.

Standing on the patio lost in the sky, wondering what else is there.

Feeling I did not fit here, did not belong, hoping there is a home out there, beyond the stars.

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