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no where is somewhere
Ann Privateer

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News

Happens
You were born
To travel on trains
Boats and automobiles
Then population exploded
Gobbled up things, everything
And so you traveled everywhere
Stared at the moon thinking
Of home so very far away
Thankful, nostalgia is all
So sobering they say
Because no where
Is somewhere
Today.

Thanks

To the strangers
That throw us
A rope, dragons
For friends are lucky too
And simply the truth
When giving directions
Or which speeding train
Will get us to plan B.

Out of Bounds

Not my neighborhood
Away from the same
Old friendships
Think leadership
Surprise not, but abound
The perspective, like
Projects moving forward
So, think new strategies.

Home is Anywhere

It’s where we lay our weary head
In a bed, on a pillow
On a bench, on one arm
To catch a lofty sleep
In one room, or ten
Or none, alone or not
Nuanced dreams are the same.

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Ann Privateer grew up in the Midwest and now lives in California. She is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.