wide eyes and splintered smiles
hold back tears as the smoke clears
sweet sunshine bakes the sane
and rattles the old wooden porch.
"he's here," the breath releases
and bare feet are hitting the ground
"my starshine, my galaxy,
my personal gravity -
is home."
legs run to stand in burning gravel
where shouts of joy meet engine rumbling
"you're home!" he laughs into the wind.
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