Dallas,Texas May 4 2012

In Dallas far
From the Mississippi River
from St Paul
The earth where I can see it
In the city
Is dry and cracked
Not the deep black loam of Minnesota

Dallas to me
Chihuly at the Dallas Arboretum, an accidental meeting again
Zinnias at the end of April, magic I have never known before
Tamarind margaritas, reminscent of Nicaragua
Texas peaches, small and sweet
Shiner Ruby Redbird, a beer filled with color and flight
Avocados ripe and delicious, ready to eat
Blackberries, big luscious
Texas blueberries, sweet this May

A white egret flies
Over our hotel
Every night
Flying home

Where do I fly home?
Home is St Paul where our life is
Home is Dallas where you are
Home is Philadelphia where I am rooted
In Budapest the first time, March 2010
I was home
Walking the streets of my great-grandparents
In St Istvan’s where Aunt Adeline was baptized
I knew her when I was a child
She was an old lady living in New Jersey
With Aunt Katie who spoke English
cut with the slash of Hungarian

Home is where you are
Where love is
Where I was raised in love
Where we raised our children in love
In love
Is home

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