going home

you'd like to go home.
it would be
nice to find that road
that curves
through the falling leaves,
along a fenced
field with horses.
you'd have the windows
down letting a cool
breeze full
of apples
and sunlight blow
freely upon your skin.
you'd like a place
down on the water, where
the road ends.
where people would stand
on a porch
and wave, coming out
to greet you
upon hearing your car
come around the bend.
you'd like to see a dog too.
maybe two dogs.
you'd know their names
as they ran and jumped
upon your legs.
you'd like to be kissed
on the cheek and hear
the words, we've missed
you. we're glad you're here.
come inside, we've
been waiting.
you'd like to go home
to a place like that,
come with me, won't you?