poem: twice prodigal
Twice Prodigal Have I walked this path? I can not remember having come this way before; Yet... strange feeling of familiarity haunts me As each step I take brings me closer to home... I still taste the pods I fed those wretched swine A plague reminder of my sin and shame upon my tongue Hazy images of the land I'm walking: Imagination.. ...or memory? Something is not quite right Can't put my finger on it Inheritance [...]