I come from a place alive,
Soapy cars fill the drive ways as worn out swingsets are used in full rotation.
I come from a place where the grass is so green it burns the eyes.
Trust in others breaths in the air as possessions are left unprotected, exposed in the daylight to the rats that wonder the streets past midnight.
I come from a place where the birds sing their favorite songs,
where the golden Labradors come to lick your face and tell you that they love you.
I come from a place where Sweet Baby Rays can be picked up with the slightest wiff from 10 miles away.
I come from a place where the cigar guy sits, waves as everyone walks by, his Cuban smoke painting pictures as it blows around in the wind.
I come from a place where teddy bears are hugged,
squeezed so tight that the fur on their bellies start to become course.
I come from a place where a newspaper gets dropped, every morning, directly onto your doorstep,
A place where everyone knows their mailman’s name, where people stop…
to say hello.
I come from a place where secrets lye, behind the fancy window shades kept as prisoners.
I come from a place where people are shocked their bike was stolen, even though it was left alone in the middle of their yard.
I come from a place where children get taken, stolen by men with candy and toys.
I come from a place where alcohol addicts, as fists fly and faces spoil.
A place where everyone knows everyone, even though, they really know no-one at all.
I come from a place where the negatives hide behind dark storm clouds, the greatest place I’ve ever known, where perfection comes close through broken glass.
Where I come to feel safe, Where I come to feel loved, Where I come to feel
Home.
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Submission Name: Kasper Meets Haven
