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They say home is where the heart is.

I think I will make my home in the backbone
of damp soil, misty with river reflections
and carmine bricks.

Stacked in the heart of a coral valley, I will
spend my mornings brewing Nantucket coffee
grounds, stirring in a tad too much sugar.
Because when have any of us actually
overdosed on sweetness?
Brown, not white. I love the way brown sugar
crystallizes. Like a Connecticut sun on autumn
leaves.

Where I can see the moon tremble as it rises
against a star-speckled canvas draped in
calligraphy ink.
And as the clock strikes 12, a magnetic midnight
will be chimed in by the Roman goddess that
lights up the darkness with cosmic rays to
unveil the divinity of the Aurora Borealis.

I will call Mother Earth my parent, and nurse
a Slyvia Plath stove back to health.
Practical enough to flip blueberry pancakes and
burn batter-basted fingers.

On a strip of land that is one with an apricot sky,
this is where my heart lies.

– Samantha Prasad

Comments

  1. You really paint things so beautifully. Love it, like this line:

    “I love the way brown sugar
    crystallizes. Like a Connecticut sun on autumn
    leaves.”

  2. Addison Taylor says:

    Oh. This is gorgeous. ❤

  3. Really goes in depth… It is wonderful!

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