Thanksgiving dinners with strangers
who share your home
blood and bone
hair intertwined
my sisters, my brothers
scraping together dimes
thrift store clothes and nights too long
bled into longer days
summer sun
then winter's come
with holes in our shoes
and it's too late now
rivers flood
porch beers
and I know you miss your mom
Come home come home
highways and roads
Mackinac, Saginaw
Battle Creek
then back again
My Michigan
My Michigan
Come back again.
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