Walking by the fence but the house
not there

going to the river but the
river looking spare

bones of the river spread out

O tell me this is home

Crossing the bridge but
some planks not there

looking at the shore but only
getting back the glare

dare you trust the river when there’s
no water there

O tell me is this home

Getting into town seeing
nobody I know

folks standing around
nowhere to go

staring into the air like
they saw a show

O tell me was this my home

Come to the railroad no train
on the tracks

switchman in his shanty
with a great big axe

so what happened here so what
are the facts

So tell me where is my home

Adrienne Rich
Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth: Poems 2004 – 2006
NY: W.W. Norton & Company, 2007

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