Poems for My Hometown

Visiting my hometown
A lingering mountain mist
Arrives to greet me

Over rolling hills
Pines twist with the mighty push
Of calm valley winds

The only landmark
A hollowed hotel and mill
Hovers like a ghost

That ancient red mill
Which Had love wrote on its doors
By snot-nosed Buddhas

Youth, where does it go?
At one moment, innocence

At the next, its gone


3 thoughts on “Poems for My Hometown

    1. Thank you ! I was suprised when a google search found a local artist and their painting of something that was a landmark of my childhood/comming of age… the Snot-nosed buddhas who graffitied love on its doors (i wish the painting showed that) were my best friends in the peak of our innocence

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