Second.

home takes a second glance

harboring in the docks

in the part of me that sings

praising in your eyes

we graze over the depth

and listen for the beat

the thrum of noise

that craters in your chest

it chants loudly

with a deep barreling laugh

we are here and you look

stricken almost

a beat of silence

and a heat to your eyes

I feel home

punching in my breast

and hope springs forth

taking a second chance.

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