poetry Clare Johnson poetry Clare Johnson

This Home

This home

I built from the ashes,

the lemon tree now blistering with fruit,

waiting for spring’s warmth to come fully alive…

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poetry Clare Johnson poetry Clare Johnson

The Riddle

Put on the blindfold so you can see

the answers to questions that vanished.

Home free at last in nothingness,

the everything for which you’ve managed…

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