Day 35: SELF

When Sukaton considers roads he’s trod

From SoCal to the District’s alabaster

It seems the opposite of a disaster’s

What I have had, through fate, or luck, or God.

Though fate dictated that my native sod

Remain beyond, however tight my grasp or

In short, that no neighborhood be my master.

And so, from coast to coast my brood did plod.

Pennsylvania, California, home?

The Steelers and the Dodgers cast some hooks.

The Union and Republic stake their claim

But frankly, standing in between I roam.

My roots are people, teachers, friends, and books.

Perhaps my rootlessness there finds its blame.


About spsukaton

Indonesian-American Bruin, fourth-generation Adventist, history student, saxophonist, singer, writer/editor. Born in Pittsburgh, raised in smoggy Southern California, looking for a way to live and leaving scribbles in my wake. In the beginning was the Word, and I'm kind of obsessed with it.
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