home – haiku and other animals

asylum of spider cramped fingers no one calls home

splinter

but when we came home we felt awkward contesting the changes in the living arrangement since over in what we called the valley a whole industry had sprung up centered on that idea so for awhile we played along

but the silence was once my home dear stars

and inflamed
those few illusions
what broken call home

back from the island the air of our home