I guess it’s too late
to live on a farm.
As if I could buy a house!
Let alone land.
A place of my own–
is what my friend sighed,
our someday dream,
our loftiest goal.
Today again I paid
to learn, watching
refugees sit and wait
for their bus, and asked
the doctor what the term
really means–
she couldn’t say
exact qualifications,
just that for some
recognized reason,
a person had to leave
their homeland.
But, had a home.
And have a new home,
here, or housing at least,
much more than those
that exist in doorways,
or under the bridge
in tents that spring up
like mushrooms when it rains.
And how they also pay,
if not in money. Living
is costly. At some point
we all get priced out–
a roof, a room, a house,
a home. If you’ve got nothing
to trade, to leverage, to sell–
then it’s too late to live
on a farm, too late to dream,
what’s left is to work
in the fields
that someone else
can somehow afford
to own.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Shit, yes. I keep trying to look for a condo and I get huge anxiety attacks. Thank you for this.
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Right? sigh…
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Very pretty and modern piece.
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thanks!
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so well written, thank you.
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thank you!
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I guess you are an expert writter. Thank you for your amazing writes.
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Thank you for your kind comment! I’d hardly call myself an expert 🙂
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We’re all searching for that place to call our own.
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and how!
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Oh my yes. The existential mirrors the geographical.
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This is beautiful. I love the tone.
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Thanks!
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I’ve been homeless for six months and, while it is often inconvenient, and sometimes uncomfortable, it is also freeing in a number of ways. People I meet while homeless are interesting puzzles, both the ones who are comfortably living in a place of their own, and those who are, like me, homeless.
My work in painting, drawing, writing, and music have changed a lot.
The main work, though is between my ears; my headspace badly needs to redecorated. Your poem is good for that.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment– I work in a hospital, so mainly see the inconvenient/painful side effects of being homeless. I completely agree about interesting puzzles!
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Just great! Thank you.
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Thanks, Shellie!
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