Suitcase filled,
with dreams.
Wheels soon
touch new ground.

book of life
opens up to a
blank page,
soon filled with
friends and
lonely times.

New home,
old home,
it’s not home.
Magnetic pull
to the new known,
yet familiarity
to what’s been known.

The heart of
the immigrant
belongs to
two homes.

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