This time was hers'; this Phoenix address,
also hers' always.
All the way from the curb of tears
and dewdrops shimmering
on backyard blades of grass to the vacant
lot and scrawny palm trees
where her childhood home, now vanished,
once stood submerged in Arizona heat
that scorched sidewalks scraping
bare feet raw.
Now with sparkling eyes, toes soaring,
she visits dancing twice daily like clockwork
from the reliable home she'd always yearned for--
this numberless, spacious palace
of nowhere,
where she shall forever reside.
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