Hookah Circles

Lines run in circles

As we pass the pipes

and the smoke clouds 

the way back home.

Home.

It resonates with a different resonance

than what it did just yesterday 

when I feared to return each night

for the utter lack of assent from that bitch

who now seems like a distant dream

that I sorely wish I could have again.

Mom.

It's odd that now that I'm away 

she seems like such a saint

as every package brings a taste

and hint of that far away place called home.

I miss 1000 miles of memories

And will make 1000 miles more

Because I sit around this circle

Smoking in the great outdoors.