Butler Pennsylvania 45





Roaming Son


How strange—
always to be far from home,
lost, it seems, and robbed
of the realm
I once reigned over
as a boy.

Ah, to be there again
where childhood lies waiting
to be retrieved
from sidewalks and streets,
there again
where I would ferret out
every route my own small feet
had taken
and claim again,
if but for ten minutes time,
what was mine,
by walking through that Eden I knew
when I was nine.