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I am not from here.

Yet someone is from where

I live now out-of-place.

Another heart yearns

For flowers in February

And does not miss snowy winters.

Some other family’s roots

Mingle with kelp and draw solace,

Not irritation, from saltwater seas.

I am not from here.

I admired at a distance

What was not fully known—

Free spirits, free love,

Multicultural, multicolored

Houses on hillsides beckon

Other’s children to return.

I am not from where I live.

(© 2011 Connie S. Tettenborn)