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Migrant Mother

have you come home

have you been lost

in the technological boom



have the seeds been sown

have you come home

to pick the crumbs

off the bottom of this dust bowl



(i took a look at you)i saw your face looming

i saw your children

as people packed macys

just two blocks away



(an uneasing afternoon)you stared at the traffic

that put soot on your lips

and on your childrens hair

and on their foreheads you kissed



Migrant Mother

have you come home

have you been lost

in the technological boom



have the seeds been sown

have you come home

to pick the crumbs

off the bottom of this dust bowl



(there were many fools)i saw their face hiding

avoided your children

it wasn't them and it couldn't be

just two blocks away



(everyone was cool)you stared at the debt clock

as you entered the fair

with your wragged cloths

and as their clothing betrayed them



a cloak and a dagger

the new years crowd overflowing



Migrant Mother

have you come home

have you been lost

in the technological boom



have the seeds been sown

have you come home

to pick the crumbs

off the bottom of this dust bowl



we've missed you, i guess

they ignored you, for sure

you've come back-we're coming

Migrant Mother



the store is closed

the one i used to go in memory

as a kid for candy

and the corporation that replaced it

that merged

with a company two blocks away

that ran off with the money,

and chased the Migrant Mother to 42nd street