*Written for day 25 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: poem inspired by a song.
(Sweet Home Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd)
searching for that sweet home,
in Alabama (or anywhere
that will have her)
spending long hours on
demographics, plans of
houses, taxes, termites,
the lot--and all she
wishes for is a bed to rest
her head on and a
place for her books, and
some time, and a room, yes,
to write in, endlessly
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