Crazy paving

   
Caravan confinement,

crazy paving wobble –

16 months it took

for me to finally toddle.

Crazed imagination

still touches texture –

paving my way

back home in history.

Granite memory

reawakens senses –

my finger traces

once existing edges.

Cobbled expectancy,

as if it could exist –

Stone cold reality

of everything I miss.

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