Returning

On returning home to NYC from a Hawaiian vacation – a poem

Sweet, warm wind blows
across hard, black glass.
Lava rock provides little,
yet massively lush green pervades.

Pristine air,
blue water;
a lens.

From an island paradise –
I return.

Cold. Wet. Gray.
Concrete lies waiting

to embrace
my
refocused
soul.

-Justin Carter

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