Methuen Pad Poem by Daniel Miltz
Methuen Pad
Throughout life
A person will ebb and flow
From numerous homes
We may go out
A place, a town, however
That doesn't mean
Those spots leave us
Once entered
We never totally withdraw
The homes we make
For ourselves on this earth
They tail us
Similar to silhouettes
Until we happen
Upon them once more
Sitting tight for us
In our New England mind fog
© daniel miltz
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