A Thousand Miles from Kansas

The blur of white, frozen fields
become a desolate frozen tundra
of forgotten faces calling me home…
Beckoning me to a place that
no longer exists 
      …and is  slowly 
                              fading
                                       from 
                                              memory…
                …yet...
strained attempts at recollection 
fight through the dusk.
Gravel road.
Big metal mailbox.
Long driveway.
Wooden barn.
Old white house. 
Childhood. 
Family.
Ghosts. 
Home. 

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