back home again,
at the trailer,
and it seems that I can see –
the gleaming street light,
still shining bright,
by the curb for me,
the fresh cut grass,
sends out it’s fragrance,
on the streets I used to roam,
when I think about the
street light on the corner,
then I long for my Aluminum Home.

Michellia D. Wilson 8/16/2016