Time spent away from home
Exploring foreign terrain
Elicits subtle nostalgia
Fondness for beloved abode.
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Surreptitiously it brews
Percolating in our chest.
Into well-kept memories we delve;
Ourselves we double-guess.
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“How does it all look again?”
“What resembles the ecological puzzle of Oz?”
Our memories recall pieces
Tessellating divinely as myths to Gods.
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Blue hues, which ebb and flow Pacifically
Sand oh-so yellow, not so pebbly.
Evergreen eucalyptus trees
Speckled, Stringybark, sometimes papery.
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Flowering gumnut clusters,
Flora and Fauna found only in Australia.
Astral constellations beneath which we slumber
Our great southern home there is no other.
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It’s a knowing speculation-
Memories are tucked away
Waiting to be awakened.
And so long as expats continue to roam
We soothe ourselves with romantic memoirs of home.
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