empty house II

The sky threatens
but the air is warm -
trees wave but
the rain doesn't come

I am told Arctic winds
from the North arrive
on Friday:  cold cousins
from the snows

I awoke from a
nightmare this morning,
being swallowed by a ghoul
I called and called
for my father, the dream-
scape not allowing my voice

I am bound to my choice
to the heart's try -
the place where I docked
my bags and I on the jetty
no-one here to welcome
to see me arrive

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