A flicker

by Chanlee | April 24, 2018
Poetry Contest 2018
A hometown is as untouchableAs a poet searching for a museYou may look deep, high, lowBut even soYou will never quite see howIt ticks, chimes, goesAs sturdy and fleeting as a clockYou can no sooner nail down timeThan a smile or laughThey are ungraspableThough solid and namedA place only you can distinguishA place called home
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