Homesick Alien

 Pink plush raccoons lined up
 in their composite packaging:
 some already
 freed, almost
 owned, almost
 loved, almost

 a memory of our foolish games.
 Arisen from metal shelves,
 pink plastic eyes, holding
 on. Pretend play

 like when

 any road
 leads over the seven hills of Somerville,
 any sunrise
 lights up the Atlantic.