From All of It Singing: New and Selected Poems, by Linda GreggAT HOME
"Far is where I am near.
Far is where I live.
My house is in the far.
The night is still.
A dog barks from the farm.
A tiny dog not far below.
The bark is soft and small.
A lamp keeps the stars away.
If I go out there they are."
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