New Home

New Home

By Trevor Kaldor 12/21/2016

He found it difficult to tell the difference

To speak the difference

But feeling and speaking can be distant cities

Still,

A few miles of pavement?

Snowbanks and billboards all the same.

But one belonged to him,

And owned him at the same time

The other was a late 80’s sedan,

Pulling itself down main street

Destination in mind.

Hop in if you like,

Buckle up if you can.

Now,

With the rundown garage and the flat streets

There was something weepy

Something small but unknown

Something excited

Something

A tenderly fragile opportunity

For this new place to be good, or not

The old place was steeped…

No, distilled with memories

childhood home

streets learned in the saddle of a neon huffy with white tires

countless skinned knees meant that ground was bought with blood

blessed and sanctified.

this ground owes him nothing

and can’t claim him or name him

he finds it difficult to speak it

but there’s a difference.